we interrupt this picspammery with toilet humor

me: Son, why are you throwing pretzels in the toilet?
son: To keep my poops company.
me: Buddy, there aren't any poops in the toilet.
son: They coming soon. They waiting for the pretzels to get there, first.

*
me: Hey, Goose!
daughter: DON'T CALL ME GOOSE. I AM A SWAN.
me: Hey, Cygnet!
daughter: I AM NOT A CIGARETTE.
me: No, dude. A cygnet is a baby swan.
daughter: You can't prove that.
*
son: One day, I will put you on a hook and the crane will take you up so so high, and then you cannot come down.
Krog: Why would you do that?
son: So I can rescue you.
*
Back to picture ogling and whatnot. I said I would decide tomorrow.
Eep.