My son fell off the bed after pretending to be Superman and got a small gash on his eyebrow.  As blood streamed down his face, and I tried to stay calm and stop the bleeding.  My son brushed the blood from his face and looked at his hand in amazement.  Bracing myself for the inevitable cries of agony, I was dumbfounded when held up his blood stained hand and said excitedly "Look Mom... red it's my favorite color."

Dad: When you climb over me, please don't step on my groin.

Max: What's that?

Dad: It's a formal way of saying, um... well, my "peder."

Max: That's funny, I call mine Carl.

I told a boy in my daycare, "I need directions to put this train set together." He turned to me and in all seriousness said, "I have erections... I have erections." 

While at the physician's office for his annual checkup, the doctor asked my son which arm he would like his shot in?"  Without flinching my son responded "Yours."

As I watched my 3 year old rub her nose on her sleeve, I said the typcial Mom line to my 3 year old  "Blow  your nose, you have boogers in it."  Only I got a very unexpected reply as the little devil grinned back "No I don't, I already picked them out."

I explained to my son that milk comes from breasts and that's how you feed new babies. He asked, "Can you get candy outta there too?"