Me: Ewww, something stinks over here.
Pete: Big time doody?
Me: No, he didn't poop. But his junk stinks. Come over here and smell it. Is there something wrong with him?
Pete: No thanks, I'd rather not sniff his stinky junk.
Me: Seriously, come over here and smell it. What if he has an infection? I don't know as much as you do about penises.
Pete: *Walks over, leans over slightly, and takes a short sniff* Whoa, buddy. That is not a good smell. When's the last time he had a bath?
Me: I don't know, four or five days ago.
Pete: *Leans over to Will* I'll give you a bath tomorrow morning, bud. I don't want you to be the Stinky Penis Kid at daycare.
Me: I didn't know there was such a title. Thanks for taking care of that.
He's such a good dad.
PS- The above must have worn Will out. He slept through the night last night for the very first time. Hallelujah!