Alane was foolishly trying to explain to Mojo why it's still not safe for him to sleep in anything other than an absorbant "pull-up" diaper.

"You're still a little guy -- your bladder is too small for you to sleep the night without having to pee."

This just triggered a wave of mental mischief: these guys have no idea what a bladder is. Cookie thought it sounded familiar:

"Is that the airbag, underneath?" he asked, pointing to his set.

Uh, no. The bladder is on the inside, we explained. The airbag... that's for something else.

Cookie had inquired some time back about this appendage: standing in the bathroom, wanting to know. Alane declined to hear the case, choosing instead to certify the question to my tribunal. They both came into the kitchen, Cookie with his pants still down. I was a bit startled by the question -- unprepared at least -- but Cookie stood there, pointing, waiting for enlightenment.

"That's, er, your nutsack, kid."

Alane didn't think that was a good answer -- but what the hell else are we gonna call it?