I don't think I told you this story...
About a month ago, I'm on my way home on a Tuesday. DH has class Tuesday nights right now, so he gets off work early to get home, change, get a bite to eat, and get his class stuff. DH calls when I'm 10 min from home and says we need to talk when I get home. I point out that he won't have time, so he just tell me.
He sighs heavily and says the kiddo got in trouble at school. I asked whatever for... It turns out he drew a pair of boobs on a folder. And then showed a friend. And then a little girl saw it and called him a name (stupid head or something just as inane)...And then what does my genius kiddo do? Tells on the girl for calling him a name.
So of course it comes out as to why the girl called him a name and the kiddo's in trouble.
DH and the kiddo had a man to man chat about boobs, what they're really for, and respecting women and so on and so forth. The kiddo did not believe DH that I would be BF-ing the baby when he comes. DH had to convince him.
The kiddo's question after all this? "So does all the milk MrsConn drinks go to her boobs?"