The funniest conversation I have had in a long time:
Jack: I know how to play pocket ping pong. But I can’t play it with these pants because they have no pockets.
Me: Oh, really? What is Pocket Ping Pong?
Jack (looking embarassed): Oh, never mind.
Me: No, I really want to know. What is it?
Jack: It’s when you put your hands in your pockets and swing your nuts back and forth. Like this: ping…pong…ping…pong…
Me: Ok… maybe you should do that in the privacy of your own room…
Aimee: I want to play pocket ping pong.
Jack: Girls can’t play pocket ping pong. Well maybe they can if they’re really fat…
Thankfully (or not) the conversation fizzled out at that moment.
I don’t even want to know where it came from but I am still chuckling about it.
Must go kiss the boy good night. Needless to say, I will knock before entering. Hate to interrupt a good game of… well… you know.