My son opened the door to where I sat on the couch, his newest epiphany lighting up his face.
“Did you know,” he began, “that underneath your pee pee is your nuts?”
I ,uh, did know. I mean…heh…I’d heard that.
Only before I could comment or correct or say something drab like, “honey, mommies don’t have nuts,” my son unzipped his pjs, found his goods and labeled them for me like a diagram.
I nodded my understanding–at which time my son rezipped, waved and trotted back up the stairs.
I’m just not sure what to say now.