The Y Chromosome

There's a loose connection in my boy's head. He's just, well, doing this strange little thing. His latest:

Doodles: Pie, look! I'm going to punch myself in the wiener!

At first I found myself scolding, "We don't punch ourselves in the private parts!"

Now I've resigned myself to, "Go to your room until you're done punching yourself in the p*enis!"

I sent him there about ten minutes ago. He hasn't emerged. But I do hear coming from his CD player--and he's singing along--to "Eye of the Tiger."

Oy.