We sat at the table slurping soup that was our dinner.
I was too tired to do anything but open up a can of Tuscan Meatball Soup and John was running late coming home from work.
Slurp, gulp, slurp.
And then Adrian states completely out of the blue, "Mumma you have a China and Finley and me have penises."
I "Mm-hmm'ed" with my mouth full as he stared at me and then I swallowed and replied nonchalantly, "Yes, this is true." I was in no frame of mind to correct him on the pronunciation of my lady parts. (besides, calling a vagina, a 'china' is pretty freakin' HIL-AR-IOUS in my opinion.)
Just in case you're wondering, we talk about male and female anatomy regularly at the dinner table in our home. (no we don't)
(not that there's anything wrong with that)
(ok - so, yeah, it's a little weird - but - who am I to judge?)
He then looks down into his bowl of soup, scoops up a spoonful and exclaims with far too much enthusiasm for vegetables, "Mmm carrots! I looove carrots."