The conversation went a little something like this:
Joe: Mommy. I have two balls. (while pulling at them)
Me: (Long pause) Yep.
Joe: What are they?
Me: Ummmm. . . They're testicles. But I guess you can call them balls too.
James: I have two balls. I have two balls. I have two balls.
Joe: (Pulling at them)
Me: Please don't pull them though.
James: I'm not pulling mine, I'm squeezing them.
Joe: I'm squishing them.
James: Look at me Joe. Look at me! (all while rearranging and yanking on them)
Me: You can't do that. You will hurt yourself.
Joe: Look at me mommy. I'm holding them gently. (while cradling them like a baby)
James: Not me. I'm pinching them.
Joe: How will it hurt me mommy?
Me: Tomorrow's a daddy day and I think he would love to talk to you about it.
The end. (I hope)
And this is why I should have had girls. :)