Mommy, snuggling with son in bed, noticing her cleavage in an old shirt: Uh-oh. My boobies are falling out.
Son: I have an idea!
Mommy: OK! What is it? (Wondering about the seque after her comment)
Son: I'll get a phone and call the doctor!
Mommy: OK! What are you going to say?
Son: That your boobies are falling down and you need some help.
Mommy: Um. Thanks.