Oh my gosh! This so reminded me of an Evan story!
When Evan was about 5, and he and Tam were still living with us, he was laying on the floor whining about his tummy.
“Evan,” I asked him. “Does it hurt or is it like you feel like you want to throw up?”
There was a pause, then a long, dramatic sigh.
“I think I’ll be alright, Gramma. I think I just have erectile dysfunction.”
I can’t remember what I said or did, I just remember laughing until I cried. But I remember him looking at me and telling me that if he didn’t get medical help in four hours he was gonna die.
Blooie, I read your story to DH yesterday and we've been laughing about it since. Old Art Linkletter had it right...kids say the darndest things!