Molly: (bursts into the bathroom) Good morning, mano (brother)!
Hank: (stepping out of the shower) Good morning, mana (sister)!
Molly: Mano, what’s that?
Hank: (drying his hair) What’s what?
Molly: (squatting down and pointing up) That?
Hank: Mana (sister), we’ve talked about this before, that is my penis.
Molly: (checking in her pants) Where’s my penis?
Hank: You don’t have a penis. You have a vagina.
Hank: No, VA-GI-NA. Mano (brother) and Pai (dad) have penises and you and mama have vaginas.
Molly: (running into the living room where I am quietly enjoying my morning coffee finding this whole conversation hilarious) MAMA!
Me: Yes, my lovie?
Molly: Mama há (there is) lasagna?
Me: Yes, darling. Mama has a vagina.
Molly: Papa? Papa há (there is) lasagna?
Pai: (entering the conversation late) What are we talking about exactly?
Molly: (extremely smart and helpful) Uh, uh, uh… Mano e Pai (brother and dad) há (there is) penis. Mama and Amália há (there is) lasagna.
Me: That is right! Well done.
Pai: Does she mean…?
Molly: (peeking into her pants again) Olha (look)! Lasagna!
Pai: Are we going to correct her?
Me: (sipping my coffee, chuckling) Oh yah, but not today.