I have a pretty sick sense of humor, though I do try to contain it here on the blog. It's no surprise, then, that Scott's humor can turn rather odd. Tonight, he showed me two gifts he had wrapped for me.
In the first, he was simply being silly.
No, for those wondering, "Scooter" is not a nickname of his; he was just having fun here.
On the second gift, he started out being too lazy to repeat the full first tag, and then the family sense of humor surfaced.
I laughed so hard when I saw this that I almost pulled a rib.
That's my boy.