While I’m sitting at the kitchen table, Colin comes running up to me, sobbing uncontrollably, holding his butt, and running from the dog:
Me: “What is it? Did the dog hurt you? Did he scratch you? Did he bite you?”
Colin: “He made me put my finger in my butt!”
After a bit more probing (HAHA—get it?!), I discovered that the dog bumped into Colin while he had his hand down his pants scratching his butt.
Well… That’ll teach him.
