About a month ago, I was taking the dog to get neutered. One of my daughters (the 3 year old) rode with me to pick him up.
The whole ride there, she kept asking......
HER - why is Cody in the hospital?
ME - well, he had an operation.
HER - whats an operation?
ME - the doctor had to cut something off of him.
HER - what did the doctor cut off of him?
ME - I'm not sure.
HER - well, why did you take him there?
ME - cause he needed an operation.
HER - to get something cut off, right?
ME - that's right honey.
HER - what did he have cut off?
ME - sigh......his thingies.
HER - what are his thingies?
ME - er, um, sigh....just his thingies.
HER - well, daddy, what are his thingies?
ME - his balls! OK.....he had his balls cut off!
HER -
(eyebrows scrunched) why did you tell the doctor to cut his balls off?
ME - SIGH! that's a story for another day, OK honey.
The whole ride there, she kept asking......
HER - why is Cody in the hospital?
ME - well, he had an operation.
HER - whats an operation?
ME - the doctor had to cut something off of him.
HER - what did the doctor cut off of him?
ME - I'm not sure.
HER - well, why did you take him there?
ME - cause he needed an operation.
HER - to get something cut off, right?
ME - that's right honey.
HER - what did he have cut off?
ME - sigh......his thingies.
HER - what are his thingies?
ME - er, um, sigh....just his thingies.
HER - well, daddy, what are his thingies?
ME - his balls! OK.....he had his balls cut off!
HER -
ME - SIGH! that's a story for another day, OK honey.