Well, we came home today and the cleaners were not done yet. Jack had pooped and I decided to change him in the hall outside of our condo. As I was getting diapers and wipes out, He said, "mom I have poop!" and showed me the poop covered finger he had put down his pants.
I groaned and Henry said, "Mama! Say Fucking A! Say Fucking A!"
I love how he waited 6 months to bust that out again in yet another appropriate situation. And tried to coach me into saying it.
ETA: I have no idea why I keep capitalizing the F in fucking.
The other day the 7th grade science teacher I work with was introducing the endocrine system. She showed a poster of ovaries and testes and explained how they work. She noticed a quiet girl was crying in the back of the room.
When the bell rang she stopped the girl before she could leave and asked her what was wrong. The girl replied "I think I lost my testes" and started full out sobbing. She was 100% serious. It took a lot of convincing for her to believe everything was fine.
When I was like, 14 or 15, I was at a local pizza place that was having a concert, and I was sitting on a short chain link fence that was next to the parking lot. I went to slide off to go inside, and the fence caught on the bottom of the pocket of my jeans and ripped the back out of my pants. Luckily, a male friend was wearing a button up shirt, and took it off, so I could cover my ass.