Okay, so I need to post this story. Simply because the "word" has started coming up again...no pun intended.
So a few months ago my sister and I were sitting in the living room visiting while all three of the kids were playing. Ryan was doing who knows what, Natalie was probably watching Noggin, and Matthew was sitting in a chair talking to himself. As Noelle and I were carrying on in our conversation...I'm sure solving the world's problems...Matthew out of nowhere says, "I just love my foreskin."
Noelle and I froze in mid-sentence and I said to her, "Did he just say..." and she quickly added, "He said EXACTLY what you think he said."
Here is the conversation as it followed.
Mom: Matthew, what did you just say?
Matthew: I said I loved my foreskin.
Mom: What do you mean foreskin?
Matthew: You know, when you scrape you hand or finger and it bleeds, the skin grows back one-skin, two-skin, three-skin, and four-skin.
Mom: OH THANK GOD!!
When Noelle and I could talk again after laughing, I simply said how lucky I was that this conversation did not originate at school during show and share.
Don't worry, I have since told him that the number of layers of skin that grows back is three. Just to be safe. :-)