I walked by the bathroom a minute ago. The door was open, and Ian was sitting on the pot. I tried to continue along my merry way, holding my breath of course, when Ian said, "Guess what, Mom? Men have udders!" I was in shock for a minute, trying to make this strange connection, when it hit me.
"You mean men have one udder, right, Ian?"
He contemplated that for a moment, chuckled, and replied, "Oh, yeah!"
I just can't wait to see what sort of adults my children are going to turn out to be!