We’re having dinner last night and my daughter is telling us about
a girl at school who is really muscular.  The following exchange
occured:

Daughter (13 years old, seventh grade): "So,
like this girl bends over to tie her shoes, and like, her muscles
bulge out.  They’re like, huge!  And this boy, he like
looks over and like says ‘Man your muscles are huge.’ And the girl
says, like, ‘Stop it you’re embarassing me’."

Youngest Son (10 years old, fifth grade):
"So they’re Double-Ds muscle-wise?"

Entire family (Dad-40 going on 100, Mom-Age not
defined out of sheer self preservation, Brother-14, 8th grade and
aforementioned sister): Moment of shocked silence followed by
uproarious laughter.  Then almost simultaneously all four ask,
"You know what Double-Ds are?"

Fifth grade son: Turns eight shades of red and
nods his head.

Dad (now going on 120): "So what are they?"

Fifth grade son: "You know…boobs."

Fade to black for childhood, or parental, innocence.