It's late. Paul, Evan, Zayd, Ethan and I are in the car coming home from a long evening at a hotel pool where the boys swam almost nonstop for three hours.
Zayd: Uh. Mom? Don't you want to talk to Evan about something?
Me: I do?
Zayd: Eh hm... yes. You do. Swim trunks?
Me: Oh! I thought you didn't want me to say anything.
Evan: I did not pull down your swim trunks Zayd. It was an accident.
Zayd: Ohhh. Riiiight. It was an accident.
Evan: They didn't even come down very far.
Zayd: Yes they did! They came down all the way!
Evan: Zayd! No way! I was just holding on to you when we were going down the slide and they pulled down just a little.
Zayd: Uhhh... You pulled them down so my Jimmies were showing.
Me: Your WHAT? (I turn to Paul) Did he say jimmies? What are jimmies?
I figured this must be another boy-term that I am totally out of the loop on...
Paul bursts out laughing and so does Evan... Ethan just starts laughing because everyone else is.
Paul: What are you talking about Zayd?
Zayd: My Jimmies. That is what Chase and I call it. (Chase is his friend)
Evan: Okay. So Jimmies must be either butt or testes.
Paul: Well, there's a big difference between those two things.
Me: Why are we calling anything Jimmies?
Zayd: It's testes.
Evan: You call your testicles Jimmies?
Zayd: Yes. It sounds better. So... like... if I get kicked I can say, "Whoa. You kicked me in the Jimmies."