The other day, I took Peeta to the sports store to buy some new cleats before his first baseball game. As we were shopping, a boy I didn’t recognize came over to say hi.
Peeta: Hi! What are you doing here?
Boy: Getting a cup!
Peeta: A cup? What’s that?
Boy: So you don’t get hit in the nuts!
Peeta (looking at me like the boy IS nuts): Okay.
It turned out that the boy was a new kid on Peeta’s baseball team. He left, and Peeta turned to me.
Peeta: What’s a cup?
Me (thinking how unfair it is that I get ALL the sex/puberty/genitalia questions): It’s for protecting your willy.
Peeta: WHAT? HOW DOES IT WORK?
Me: Uh, I don’t really know. It’s a plastic cup thing that you put in your underwear so that if you get hit in the penis, it doesn’t hurt so much.
Peeta: I DON’T WANT TO GET HIT IN THE PEANUTS!
Me: Yes, that’s why you get a cup. Do you want to get a cup? (Praying that he says no because I have no idea how to get one on him and Bucket is at work until the game, of course)
Peeta: Uh, NO! I don’t want to get hit in the nuts!
Me: Okay. What was that boy’s name?
Me: What now?
Peeta: Yes! That’s what I said!