a hose is a hose is a hose...

"Mama?" he asks on Tuesday morning as I'm dressing for work.

"Yes, son?"

"What are those?" he asks pointing at my legs.

"Those are like Saia's tights, but they're called pantyhose," I reply.

"PANTYhose?" he giggles.

"Yes, son, they go over Mama's panties and..."

But he interrupts with "Where does the water come out from?"