So anyway I go to take leave a crap the other day and my three year old son happens to be taking a bath. There is a wall between the shower and toilet. As I start to take care of business screams start to come from the shower. I know he is not drowning from the two inches of water that has accumulated in the bottom of the tub and there is no soap yet to burn his eyes.

So as I sit I peep around the corner into the shower to see what the hell had happened. My son is holding his junk in his hand and tears pouring down his face.

Me: "What is wrong?"

Masen: "I have a boo boo."

Me: "Where?"

Masen: "My package."

Me: "It is going to be o.k. just give me a minute and I will check."

I end up wrapping it up prematurely to go over and check because he is hysterical.

Me: "I can't see anything where is it?"

Masen: (With tears in his eyes) "daddy there is a hole."

I spent the next 5 minutes trying to explain what the hell the hole was, why he needs it and why it will always be there. Next I guess.... the poop shoot?