A conversation from this morning (during which I happened to be getting dressed but had to act like I wasn't).
Son: You won't believe the nightmare I had last night. I better not tell you.
Me: Why don't you.....
Son: Ok, I'll tell you. I dreamt that I saw a girl's laryngitis and it looked just like a boy's wiener. It was gross.
Me: Wait, what?
Son: I dreamt I saw a girl's laryngitis.
Me: You can't really SEE laryngitis....
Son: Well, you know. I can't exactly think of the word.
Me: Her uvula?
Son: No. I just can't think of the word....
Me: Are you trying to say vagina?
Son: Yeah! I dreamt I saw a girl's vagina and it looked just like....
Me: Yeah, yeah. I get it. You know, you are going to have see a drawing or a picture of a vagina in health class.
Son: I know.
Me: Do you want to see a picture right now?
The things we leave behind.
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