Five-year-old daughter: It looks like a hot dog, Daddy! It looks like a hot dog! Daddy!
Dad: I know, I know.
Five-year-old daughter: But it looks like a hot dog! Oooh! Daddy! You didn’t wipe it!
Dad: I know! Let’s go, c’mon.
–Men’s room, movie theater, Union Square
Overheard by: Bluesybyer
