Conversations I Can't Believe I'm Having #1

Yesterday, in the car, after picking Cora up from playing at her friend Ben's house, who has a younger brother and two older boy cousins who live across the street:

Cora: "We beat up Jack today! We were punching him and hitting him! He said I beat him up! And do you know what? One time Ben got under Jack's legs and kicked him in the penis!"

Me: Launching into an educational lecture about private parts and personal injuries, well-meaning but surely eye-rolling.

Cora, barely containing herself in the back seat: "And Dad, do you know what Jack calls a penis!?"

Me: "No, I don't."

Cora: "An eggroll!!"

Me, trying to sound disapproving but actually trying not to laugh: "Hmmm."

Cora went on to describe their fighting matches and how she is accepted into the boys only wrestling club because she is so tough. (Jack is twelve or so and can take the abuse, and yes they are supervised by a parent).

At the end of the conversation, trying to salvage what little of the moral high road I had left, I reminded Cora to never kick anyone in their private parts, especially a boy in the penis.

Cora: "Daa-aad......eggroll."

Me: "....Okay. Don't kick them in their eggroll."