Exerpt from a real conversation last night at the end of Boy Pop's bath:
The set up: Boy Pop stood up to get ready to get out of the tub and he was holding his little "package" and squeezing it to one side.
Boy Pop: Look Mommy! I have a ball here!
Me: Uh, yes, you do. But we don't talk about that. Stop squeezing.
BP: Where are your balls, Mommy?
Me: Mommy's don't have them.
A few minutes later, I relayed the conversation with Dr Pop.
Dr Pop: You should put this on your blog.