To keep Owen busy (read: out of my hair) one day while I was decorating the house for Christmas, I cut out two gingerbread people for him to decorate. I was hoping that he would do a nice enough job that we could use them as ornaments for the tree. I explained to him that the one with legs was the man and the one with the skirt was the woman. He immediately said, "That can't be a woman. Where are her boobies?" Nice.
I left him alone for a few minutes, and when I returned, this is what he had made:
|You'd be grinning too if your woman had a rack like that.|
He then explained to me that the man was him and the woman was his "girlfriend" Lilly. That's one well-developed four-year-old!