Twigs v Full Grown Trees

So by the title you may think that this is a post about the beautiful weather outside or how the trees are changing colors.

You're wrong.

Recap of the conversation in my house last night:

Setup: My washing machine broke, flooding my house with water (yeah, I don't even wanna talk about it) so I had to take the morning off and bring all my soaking wet clothes to the laundromat. Fast forward to when I get home and ask Brendan to go through all the folded clothes and put them in piles according to who they belong to.

So there is this mysterious pair of uniform shorts. Bren asks who they belong to. They are obviously too big for Des, but really too small for him. I look at the size. It's 14H (14 husky). So I determine that they are probably his and tell him to try them on.

He puts them on and looks like poindexter. They are somewhat tight, but not squeezing his legs. Think cowboys and Wrangler jeans. They come about an inch above his knees. Keith looks over at him, and the conversation goes like this (Nic and Desi are at the kitchen table eating supper and me, Keith and Bren are in the living room--they're side by side)

Keith: Zip them up and lets see if they fit.

Bren: But dad there is No Room!

Keith: No room for what? They look like they fit.

Bren: Daaaad! You know what I mean (wink wink)

Me: His twigs and berries Keith!

Bren: Twigs and berries? I have a FULL GROWN TREE.

(Cue laughter, gut wrenching, fall on the floor laughter from me and Keith)

Desi: Ewwww. Could y'all shut up PLEASE! I'm trying to eat.

Nic: Daddy! Daddy! I got a full grown tree too!

More laughter from us and gross sound effects from Des.

I just don't know what's more disturbing. The fact that my 12 year old really does have a full grown tree, or the fact that my 9 year old daughter and 5 year old son knew exactly what we were talking about.