We're Adults, I Swear

We were freshly awake and cuddling contentedly in our bed this morning, Bevan and moi, when we exchanged the following words about poop.

Bevan: I've gotta go to the bathroom.

Me: No, you can't get up yet!

Bevan: I'm sorry but I can't help it, I'm like clockwork.

Me: A clockwork brown.

Bevan: A clockwork turd!

A full minute of raucous, uncontrollable laughter ensued.

Me (catching my breath): That was dumb.