Conversations at morning brushing time.
Me: Peanut, why do you have a pimple on your chin?
Peanut -touching the spot: that’s not a nipple, I scratched it.
Me: I didn’t say nipple, I said pimple.
Then later on at breakfast; a crowded public place.
Peanut – telling Mr. O: Aabo, mommy said I have a nipple on my chin. Look here!
I couldn’t stop him soon enough. Other diners nearby just started laughing. Thanks god it’s a child’s innocence.