Ew. This was a conversation we had the other night. It all started when Mr. Bug said he’d seen some ridiculousness on The Intertubes:
Me, “You know, unicorns poop rainbows.”
Mr. Bug, “I poop rainbows.”
Me, “You do not poop rainbows, Mr. Bug.”
Mr. Bug, “How do you know that’s not what rainbows smell like?”
So, instead of saying he’s making chocolate when he goes upstairs to take a poo, I’m going to post on all medias social that he’s making rainbows. But not double rainbows. Or maybe double rainbows means you have food poisoning. Ew.