I have a Wee Wee! I have a Hoo Hoo!
Being a kid is awesome. No worries, no responsibilities, no embarrassments. The only particular growing pain I can remember is trying to figure out what to call my... well the place... or the area... See, even now I'm not sure what politically correct title my junk deserves. What did you or what did your parents teach you to call your private parts?
My Batteries!
I have a friend whose 4-year-old son calls his testicles “batteries.”
There is so much truth in that statement.
My Junk!
This one has a lasting possibility as I’m still comfortable saying it.
This one even has its own theme song!
My Dork!
Its getting a little better in social situations as I get older, but is still prone to akward, innapropriate behavior….
My China!
This doubles as practice for creating a wedding registry.
My Cookie!
I know, probably not the best word to use, but based on the survey I did (whose results are 100% accurate with an error rate of 99.5) this ranks up there.
My Va-jay-jay!
I would like to thank Oprah (and by thank I mean punch-in-the-face) for inserting this term in America’s vocabulary. Did anyone need to hear Barbara Walters use this term?
My Pikachu!
Say it once, and you’ll never go back.
My little lady!
I can’t really take credit for that one. Although, every time my friend say it I laughed!
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