"Jeremy, I have a question." A six year old you asked your fourteen year old brother.
"How come we call them butts?" Jeremy looked at you confused.
"Can you explain what you mean?"
"Like- in finding nemo, the butt."
"Oh! That's not a butt, it's a boat. And I'm not sure why it's called a boat."
"What is a butt then?" Jeremy awkwardly shuffled around.
"Well...um, you know the thing, that well...that I look at?"
"You look at a lot of things, Jeremy."
"You know what Rich comes over?"
"Oh yeah, I know what a butt is!" You said, patting your own tooshie.
"Exactly- don't tell dad I look at Rich's butt."
"Can I look at it too?"
"I mean...I guess?"
"I love you, Jeremy."
"I love you too, Y/N"
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