Where do you keep your Legos?

Moments ago, Hudson had his hand down his pants digging around for something.

Eric told him to get his hands out of his pants.

Hudson proceeded to pull his pants down. I asked him what the heck he was doing.

"There's something in here," he said.

"Yeah, your wiener," I rudely suggested. Keeping it real, people.

"Nooooooo," Hudson said.

"Your butt," I said.

"No," Hudson explained, "I think it's a Lego."

Of course. Because we all have Legos in our pants.

I'm telling you, I'm never bored. Scarred for life, sure, but never bored.