Tuesdays are for being on his fathers head. Maybe after he poo poos on the window sill on Wednesday, I can squeeze a doo doo in my ear. I can give it a shot. Its not easy being a good grandmother. (said while peeing outside on my front porch) I really dont know where he gets this kind of behavior. ;+
Clearly, you have to take a kid's potty and bedazzle the outside of it to make it look like an earso that you can tell him yes. Some cardboard, flesh-colored construction paper, hot glue gun, and a little imagination.