Obediently Defiant

(I am talking to my infant son.)

Me: “All right, you haven’t had a poop in almost 48 hours. Do you have one yet?”

(My son just grins as I check the diaper; it is clean.)

Me: “All right. But the next time I change your diaper, I want to see you working on a poop next time. Do you understand me, boy?”

(My son gives a bigger grin, and then starts to have a bout of projectile diarrhea. Eventually, it ends.)

Me: “Thank you for your prompt obedience.”

(I then call out to my wife.)

Me: “We have a problem!”

Wife: “What is it?”

Me: “Our son was obedient.”