"Are any of Joey's romance magazines in there?"

This morning as I was juggling two enormous children, Jack declared that he had to use the bathroom as I was feeding Sydney in our bed.  He disappeared into our bathroom and shut the door. (He has a new interest in privacy.  This, I applaud.)

After many minutes had gone by, I set the baby down and went into the bathroom to investigate. 

"Jack?  Are you pooping?" I asked through the door.

"No, I'm fine, I'm fine."

I listened at the door for several minutes longer and eventually heard pages turning.  Extremely curious by this point, I opened the door a crack and peeked in to find Jack perched on the toilet reading one of Dan's Playboy magazines.

Uh huh.

Interestingly, he was reading an article about cars.  SERIOUSLY.