It's Bad When the Boy Gets My Jokes

Walking through the pool toys section of a store, the little man points out a box with a hot, busty chick sprawled out on a floaty lounge.

"What's this for?"
"For laying on. And she has a pool toy."
He looks at me and then laughs hysterically. Uh oh.

Don't Pick It Up If You Don't Know What It Is!!!

"Daddy?"
"Mmm-hmm?"
"Is this poop?"

Great, You'll Be Surfing Porn In No Time

"Daddy, can I play the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse game?" It's an on-line thing for kids. Saves me from having to spend money on real computer games.
"Sure, give me one sec and I'll help you."
"I can do it." Huh?

He hoists himself into the chair, and then - get this:
Clicks on his logon profile.
Double-clicks Internet Explorer.
Opens his Favorites menu.
Clicks on the bookmark.
Re-closes the Favorites menu.

Holy crap! How did he learn ANY of that?