Conversations I've had (or overheard) with my son this past week:
*while he was on the potty*
a: I have a penis
me: Yes you do.
a: Like mommy's penis.
me: Uh, mommy doesn't have a penis. Only boys have penises.
a: Like grandma?
I tucked my son in bed then a few minutes later I heard him whispering to himself. I went and stood outside his door to listen and I heard him saying "boobies" and giggling to himself.
*Pointing at a bruise on an apple*
a: Mommy, it's a pimple.
me: No, that's not a pimple.
a: It's a pimple!
me: How do you know what a pimple is?
a: *Points to my face* Pimple there!