My son makes eye contact with me, smiles, touches his diaper, and says “Ota!” (His word for ‘Uh oh!’)

Me: “Why is there cinnamon all over your pants?”

Him: “Because I’m 12 and I had a cinnamon roll.”

We just adopted a dog, and my 6yo son wanted to hold the leash on a walk. I told him if he wants to hold the leash than he is responsible for picking up the poo if he makes any. The dog pooped, my son grumped about having to pick it up, and was all “why do I have to do it?”.

Points for him, he powered through and picked it up. About a minute later he said to me “actually dad, I kinda liked picking it up!”. Now he wants to pick up the poo every time even if he isn’t the one holding the leash.

Such a weird kid.