This morning Buddy was asking me what the red bumps were on his arms. I told him it's excema, which just means his skin is getting irritated by something. He asked if it's the same as what daddy has on his arms. I told him I'm not sure, but daddy has allergies too, so his skin might be getting irritated too.
Then the conversation took a turn I could never have expected:
Buddy: Me and daddy are the same. Except we don't look alike.
Me: No, you aren't the same, but you have some similarities.
Buddy: Well, we are both obnoxious.
(Then I walked away thinking you said it, not me. And then I laughed really, really hard.)