DS has some amusing little ideas. Having discussed about where fluid gets stored and then comes out into the toilet he now tells me that there is a tank inside him. Or several it seems.
DS: Mummy, my juice tank and water tank are full but my milk tank needs milk! Can I have cold fridge milk?
Changing DD's nappy he observes and then asks, "Where's her wee thing?" So I gesture in the general direction.... "She's a girl so she doesn't have one like you."
Driving along he sees a rottweiler being walked (from behind).
DS: I can see a bottom!
Me: What!? Oh... a dog's bottom.
Driving along he tells me from the back seat "That man has no clothes on!"
Me: Where!? Where!?
Long-suffering-husband: Settle down, he's just got his shirt off.