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 (already cracking up): More like a clockwork TURD!
A full minute of raucous laughter ensues.
Me (catching my breath): That was dumb.