Repairing an a**hole

I was cleaning the kitchen and Radcliffe started asking me about a recent routine colonoscopy I had done.

Radcliffe: ‘Did daddy do it?’
Me: ‘No, I went to one of daddy’s friends.’
Radcliffe: (totally non-chalantly) ‘Oh, one who repairs assholes?’

Y’all. I had to turn around and face the sink so he wouldn’t see the tears streaming down my face.

Radcliffe: ‘What? Isn’t that what he does? Repairs assholes?’
Me: ‘Radcliffe, you CANNOT keep saying that word.’
Radcliffe: ‘I think it’s funny.’

And then he walks off. O.M.G.

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