From life:
My girlfriend has a 3 year old son. At home, the bathroom is combined with the toilet, she swims before bed, the son sits on a pot, I drink tea in the kitchen and I hear their conversation:
Maam, what kind of shit do you have? He looks at her and is confused.
She thought he meant hair and replied:
When you grow up, you will be the same.
My son is hysterical:
I do not want!! Why is my dad big, and how will you? I want a big one like my dad!!...
I drowned with tea from laughter, and the child was barely calmed, he was crying so much...