Overheard at bathtime…
A: Dad! I know what what my pen!$ is made out of! When it’s soft, it’s made of cartilage. And sometimes it gets hard like a bone and it’s made of bone.
Me out in the hallway: (gasping for air, in silent hysterics)
Tom: Um, that not entirely right. (looks to me for help, I wave him off, he’s on his own) Uh…it’s not made or cartilage or bone.
A: Yes it is! I’m a scientist, I know everything.
Me out in the hallway: (oh sweet Jesus, wheeze…)
Tom: Your pen!$ is made of a spongy tissue that fills with blood and fluids and gets hard sometimes.
A: Naw…And hey, what are these two ball things underneath it?
Me out in the hallway: (rocking, tears pouring down my face)
Tom (looking to me for help, again I wave him off): Those are your testicles.
A: Testicles! Ha ha!
J: Testitles! (giggle)
I’ll teach ’em to drive, but Tom is going to have to cover the anatomy and physiology lessons. Ya never want a woman laughing at you, least of all your mom.