Private Part Deux

Tonite at dinner, the discussion found a way to wind itself back to "private parts", involving us talking about an incident at our friend's house where the little boy she was playing with pulled down his pants, jumped on his bed and starting shakin' it (according to Ryan).



Anyway, in an attempt to be nonchalant about the whole thing, I quickly insert, "Well, it's not like he has anything you haven't already seen on your brother."



"Uh-uh, Mom. His was a lot bigger."



"Well, sure. He's bigger than Jax."



"Yeah, but it was HUGE!! It hung all the way down to the floor!!!"



...and on another note, check out our day at Wurstfest in New Braunfels...