Out of the Mouths of Babes

Daddy to Mommy, while holding daughter's hands: Look at these little hands . . . they're so cute!
Daughter: I'm cute, like my hands!

My husband and son were talking about dinosaurs one afternoon. They got to talking about bones. Bones in our head, bones in our arms, bones in our legs, etc. The conversation ended, and we went about the rest of the day and evening uneventfully. The next morning at breakfast, seemingly out of the blue, my son asked, "Daddy, do we have a bone in our weenies? Because sometimes it is hard."