My 3 year-old found two tiny coconuts today at the park and wanted to bring them home because he said they "smelled good."
When I was putting him in the car, he asked, "Wanna smell my nuts?" As I leaned in, not thinking of the double meaning, he whispered, "Gotcha, BITCH."
I think I have superpowers. Both times I have wished ill on people in the past two days has caused some kind of life altering problems. The power of hate is strong and I must use this power for good. Or something like that.