Julian: "If you think about it, I'm kind of married to Dad." Me: "What? How?" Julian: "Well, you were pregnant with me when you got married. So in a way, I got married to Dad too." Me: "You sick bastard. I'm calling the cops. That kind of shit is illegal. And gross."
And then we died laughing.
I love that I can say things like that to him, and he totally gets it. He has the best sense of humor.