What my son said:
I want Chex for breakfast.
What I heard:
I want sex for breakfast.
I think my jaw dropped to my feet, along with my heart until I figured out what he *was* saying. (whew)
While getting ready for bed, my lovely daughter:
I went to the potty!
There's not enough poop in my bottom.
Yeah, I didn't know what to say to that either.