Wyatt: "MOM! I need a dick NOW! Where's the dick? The Wii won't work without the dick! Hurry!"
Me (barely able to muster a response): "WHAT??!"
Wyatt: "The Wii screen is black! I'm reading it and it says we need the Toy Story dick! I need help!"
Me: "Wyatt, that says disc. DISC. DISC! You need the Toy Story DISC!"
Wyatt: "Oh... I know where that is. Thanks mom!"
Does he know where my xanax is? Because after my six year old ran around the house screaming the word dick I think I might need it. I'm happy he's learning to read; I think I'd be happier if he were better at it.