LOL! Okay, I have one for you. Last weekend at an Anti-SuperBowl Party (I lived in San Diego, we hated the superbowl) I went to, the host's two-year old child was screaming from his swing, "Swing me! Swing me!" His parents were ignoring him to I went to swing him. So, I pushed him from the front a couple times and we chatted.
The he pointed to my calf and said, "Know what's in there?"
I guessed:
"Blood?" "No."
"Muscle?" "No."
"Guts?" "No."
"Bone?" "No."
"Water?" "No."
"Okay.... what's in there?"
"FAT!" He then screams and laughs histerically. I just left him in the swing. Brat.
If he would have pointed to my stomach, I would have guessed it, but I'm a dancer, my calves are rock solid. What does he know, he's two!