Wait . . . What was that Operation for?

I love our boys. The other day, Van asked (while we were brushing
our teeth--a complete non sequitur), "What are our testicles for?"

Formulating an appropriate answer in my mind, I wisely and profoundly
began, "Um . . . ." Fortunately or unfortunately, Powell interrupted:

"We don't have any!" he shouted.

"What?" I asked. "Sure you do."

"No," Powell insisted. "We had them out."

[In the meantime, Van is shouting, "Yes, we do! Yes, we do!" and
attempting to demonstrate with oracular proof the veracity of his
claim.]

"No, dear. You had an operation to correct a condition called
hydroseal, but they didn't remove your testicles."

"Yes, they did! You remember! I ate a lot of ice cream and it was
incredibly hot!"

Finally, it all clicked. "Oh, honey," I said, "those were your
TONSILS. They took out your TONSILS, not your testicles."

Powell thought about this for a while (while Van was pointing and
saying, "See? See? We have them!") and finally said, "Oh. That's
right."

Then he added, a little wistfully, " I didn't have ice cream for the
other operation."

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