This tastes like. . .

I know, I know... I am always telling gross stories, but I can't help it I have four very small children. What can I say.
We had so much to do today, and while we were out we went to my favorite Hawaiian BBQ L and L's. The kids have never been, so I thought it would be something different. Anyone who knows Hawaiian plate lunch knows that your BBQ chicken comes with rice, cabbage, and some macaroni salad. This is typical. H saw it and assumed it was mac and cheese, and was seriously stoked. So I put some on his plate, and he tasted it. .

As he spits it back out he covers the side of his mouth and leans over to me and whispers, "Mom, this tastes like private parts"

I say, "what do mean?"

H says as he points to his rear end, "this private part, that's what it tastes like"

I was so trying not to burst out laughing. First of all where does a kid learn something like that because I haven't ever heard anything of the sorts at the house. Second, I was dying to but didn't ask him, "so how would you know what private parts taste like anyway?" Thirdly isn't it hilarious that he referred to it as private parts instead of just saying it, because believe me I know that he is very familiar with all references of that area. I wonder if he thought he was being polite in a public place by controlling his potty words and by whispering. Matt would understand when I laugh also at the whispering because I don't ever recall H whispering, he is a bull in a china shop at all times. Oh how those funny little things make my day. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh