I chatted with my son as I tucked him into bed last night:

Him: You know, Mom, when I play tackle football in the fall, I’ll be wearing a cup.

Me: Really? You mean one you drink out of? (Hoping to get a laugh)

Him: (Rolling his eyes) Noooooooo, a cup. You know, that thing you wear to protect your privates.

Me: Oh, that. You sure you need one?

Him: Uhhh, YESSSSSSSSSSSSS. I don’t want to get hit in the weiner.

The joys of raising little men.

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