We're at Target. Jack is walking, Matteas is in the cart. He scoots his bum forward so that his legs stick out as far as possible, and notices that the bar between his legs does some interesting things to his pants.
"Mom, look at my pa-china!!!" he shouts, grinning from ear to ear.
"Meatteas, you don't have a vagina, you have a penis."
"Yes I do have a pa-china! Look at my pa-china!!!" he insists.
"Fine, you have a pa-china, just stop shouting about it."