Recently Jack has been somewhat obsessed with some of his body parts that many little boys become obsessed with.  Yes, those body parts. 

One day as we were driving home we went over a bump, and he giggled and told me it had tickled his pen!s (word masked for crazy search engine results).  He then went on to ask me if various people in his life also had a pen!s.  Yes, your daddy has one. Yes, Ben has one. Yes, Will has one.  All questions that my other boys asked at the same age.

And then things got interesting.

Jack: Does Kate have a pen!s?
Me: No, she is a girl. She doesn't have one.
Jack: (Giggling uncontrollably) Yes, she does!  Everybody has one!
Me: (Trying reeeeally hard not to laugh) No, only boys have those.  Girls don't have one.
Jack: What about Aunt Table?  Does she have one?
Me: No, she doesn't have one either.  She is a girl.
Jack: What about you?  Do you have a pen!s?
Me: No, I am a girl. I don't have one either.

We drove on for another couple of minutes with him chattering away, but as we pulled into the driveway he asks me, "So you don't have a pen!s?"
Me: Nope, I sure don't.
Jack: You gonna get that fixed?

Let's just say he keeps us on our toes.