Ben has found his wiener.
From what I understand, it's a monumental occasion for a dude of any age.
I'm happy for him.
I'm so not happy for me though, because now every time I take off the kids diaper, he frantically tries to grab his new toy. Even when, like this morning, it's covered in poop. He also laughs maniacally while he's doing it. So it's all very odd. Then when I rediaper him, he cries like his puppy just died. Terrible.
Good for Ben though. He's finally found the everlasting source of his manly power. Or as his brother calls it, his "weeder and nuts"