Conversation in Teddington Pool

Whenever I hear a particularly priceless piece of dialogue, I always make a note of it. About 18 months ago I was in Teddington Pool, changing in a cubicle. In the next cubicle was a mother with her son. I overheard the following.

"Mum, you've got a vagina!"
"Who told you that word?!!"
"You did."
"No I didn't, who told you that word?"
"Er...Philip"
"Well, we'll talk about that when we get home."
"Can we talk about Thomas The Tank Engine and Mercedes when we get home too?"
"Yes, I think that's more appropriate at your age."

I will never know the punishment visited on Philip (perhaps a mischievous older brother), and nor will I know whether the subject of vaginas was ever subsequently visited over their evening meal. It made me giggle though.