Naked Boy!

Quin cracks us up. A lot.

But last night he really got us in stitches.

We went to dinner at this island style restaurant in Fort Collins. Our food comes, and we had ordered Quin a corn dog. It came out piping hot, so we cut part of it up and gave him those pieces. Meanwhile, the rest of the dog cooled.

Finally, I gave him the meat on a stick, thinking he would have fun with that. He did. He started eating it all kinds of ways. Sideways, frontways, backways. Finally, the corn coating just fell off the wiener.

Quin stopped and stared at his cord dog with astonishment, his mouth agape. We could see the gears turning in his head.

Then, he blurted out (screamed):

"NAKED BOY!"