Me: Honey, guess what your mother taught me today.
The Boy: What'd she teach you?
Me: How to tell when a fig fruit is ripe and ready to be picked from the tree.
Me: When it's dark colored and "drops like an old man's balls."
The Boy: Say what?
Me: Word per word, that's what your mother told me.
The Boy: I think I also heard that before too.
Me: I've never heard of it. So she showed me what a ripe fig looks like.
The Boy: Oh yeah, what does a fig that dropped like an old man's balls look like? 
Above -- Ripe fig. Below -- not quite so ripe fig.This one below still needs to drop a little more...
Me: Eww, that is so out of context. I can't look at a fig the same way ever again.
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