more evidence of the male gene at our house

My soon-to-be three year old son just approached me with a mischevious grin across his face and his hands tucked deep into the pockets of his little toddler jeans. With some work, he yanked out a rather large plush mouse toy from somewhere down inside his slacks, where he had apparently stuffed it.

With gleeful delight, he exclaimed, "Hey Mom!! I have a present in my pants!"

Classic.