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.”