Caleb and I are in the bathroom today; I am wiping, he is carefully observing the floor. Or so I thought.
"Mom? What are these things for?"
-- holding his scrotum --
"Uh, well, that's what makes you a man."
"Well, because girls don't have those."
-- still manhandling his manhood --
"What are these balls?"
"Uh, those are just part of you."
"Why do they feel like balls?"
"Because they're kind of like marbles."
"Are they green?"
"No, I don't think so."
Where is James when I need him? Oh yeah, in the sandbox.
On a similar note, the dog bit Caleb on the buttcheek a couple of days ago. The dog has since been neutered. I can just imagine what's going through his head:
"Bite butt, snip balls. Bite butt again, snip... aahhh!!"