How's Your Nass?

Evan, my "much older than his four little years" son, makes declarations far beyond the topics of Bob the Builder and the Wiggles that my other two boys made at four years old. So, I shouldn't have been surprised two days ago when he asked me this question. . .

Mom, where's my nass?

Perplexed, I look at him and made him repeat the question. Nass? Hmm. . . I was stuck.

My first instinct was that he was referring to "nads." He had been in the basement with my two boys and my two nephews, four boys total who are between the ages of 7 and 9. The typical conversations of these boys involve the hilarious noises touted from their various parts as well as general conversations about anything in the midsection of their body. "Nads" seemed the logical guess. Yet, Evan immediately disagreed with my when I inquired about them.

So, I tried a different approach. Evan, where did you hear this word?

Evan proudly responds, Some guy on TV said he was kicking his nass.

This is the part where I began to boast my mother-of-the-year candidacy as I realized that Ev was talking about a word where dropping the N was the only necessity. You gotta love the TV and its stellar influence on our kids. I knew that this phrase was from a preview of the Jim Carrey movie Liar Liar that had been advertised on the cable we had been watching.

With nothing else to say, I merely looked at Ev and uttered Please don't say that again.

He shrugged. Ok mom. . .

Problem averted for now. I will be waiting for my trophy delivery.