nuts

On the way home from school yesterday, my 7 yr old, Z, was trying to pick up rocks to add to his "collection." It wouldn't be a problem if they were pretty rocks, but they're all ugly and grey, and he leaves them around the house for everyone else to step on. I kept telling Z to stop picking up rocks, when I looked back and saw that he was trying to hide two by twisting them into the hem of his shirt and holding them near his belt-line.

me: What are those?

Z (trying to look confused): What?

me: Right there.

Z looks down at the rocks twisted in his shirt, points to his groin area and says: Those are my nuts!

I just stood there staring at him for a few seconds, giving him the mom look.

Z: Fine. I'm sorry, those aren't my nuts. They're my LADY PARTS!