What dads can't do

Grandma and Granddad gave Anselm a book, years ago, called What dads can't do, aimed at generating some sympathy for the overtired, overworked, apparently single dad. The kids took up the theme this morning.

E: "Dads can't do anything."

A: "They can talk. They can wear shirts." [pause] "They can make hair appointments."

(The latter ability, I must say, has not been confirmed.)

More breakfast comedy:

Dad: "Yes, you can have some more milk. Don't talk with those silly sounds, but."

E, indignantly: "Dad, why did you call me 'butt'?! ...Did you mean 'butter'?"

A, ever the peacemaker: "Maybe 'bud', like a flower bud."