Eight-year-old Son (speaking from the shower): I'm sore!
Me: What's sore?
Son: um... my balls, Dad, my balls are sore.
The Mom: Oh yeah, I meant to tell you that he said his balls were sore.
Me: Really, really sore, or just a little sore?
Son: Just a little.
Me: Well, stop playing with them.
A few minutes later, he exits the shower and walks past his mom and me.
The Mom: So, you play with them?
Son: Not much. (Delivered as matter-of-factly as, "Fine, how are you?")
He continued to his room to get ready for bed.