He and Josie and I looked over it, marveling at how cute he was.
"Awwwww, look at that picture of him as a tiny baby!" Josie cooed.
"I know, wasn't he adorable? That picture was taken the day he was born, when we were still in the hospital."
That led to a conversation about hospitals.
"Were you born in a hospital, Mama?"
"No, I was born in a clinic in Cyprus. It's like a doctor's office, much smaller than a hospital and without a lot of the services that most hospitals have."
"So you've never been in a hospital??"
They were incredulous.
"Of course I have, you silly monkeys. You were both born in hospitals, and I was there when you were both born, right?"
"Oh, yeah," Zeke said, kind of chuckling to himself.
"Plus I've had a few surgeries, and I was in hospitals for those."
"What kind of surgery did you have? Butt surgery?"
Nine year old boys. So predictable.
"As a matter of fact, yes. When I was your age, Zekey, I had a mole at the top of my butt-crack that the doctors didn't like the look of, so it was removed."
"Yes. And I had back surgery when I was 29, and then surgery to make my boobs smaller when I was 35."
Their eyes grew wide.
"WHAT? WHAT DO YOU MEAN?"
So I explained how the doctor did the surgery and showed them the very faint, barely visible scars that are left.
Zeke was gob-smacked.
"You had them made smaller?"
He shook his head. "So they were even bigger than they are now?!?"
"Wow. Just wow."