More Ramblings From Middle Boy

OK, so now that I have sufficiently recovered from my bout with trauma (from being naked in front of my doctor). Why was that traumatic you ask?

LET ME REMIND YOU!

Oh my poor saint of a doctor, but I digress.

So anyway, the BOY is making his dinner last night and starts singing to himself.

My little pony,
smells like bologna

So I have my snot/giggle fest and think to myself, "I have to remember that one.