So the other night while I was giving my three year-old a bath, this conversation took place:
SB: "When I grow up, I'm going to show a boy my bottom."
Me: "I beg your pardon? What boy?"
SB: "A boy."
Me: "Just some random boy?"
SB: "No, silly. The boy like Daddy I am going to marry."
Me: "Oh, I see. Well, that would be OK. If you are married to the boy, you can show him your bottom if you want to."
SB: "But if I'm not married to a boy, I don't show him my bottom."
Me: "That's right. Because your bottom is private."
For the record, my child often says "bottom" when she really means "bagina."
And then I needed a drink.