Oh help.
Murray: (sigh) I wish I had a girlfriend.
Me: Oh really? What would you do with a girlfriend?
Murray: Play with her.
Me: (another sigh, this time, of relief) That's nice. Why do you want a girlfriend?
Murray: Well, Mom, she showed me her butt.
Me: (trying to stay calm) Really? Where? When?
Murray: I can't tell you where, but it was a few days ago.
Me: What did you do?
Murray: Well, I hid by a tree.
Me: Good choice, Murray. We shouldn't show our private parts, right?
Murray: Right, but we can to our moms and dads, but not to our friends.
Me: Yep, that's right!
Murray: But, can we talk about a penis, a vagina, and a pink eye?
Oh help.
