Personally, I think of this…
I also think of this…
If you are a big George Harrison fan, you may think of this…
But today, I learned that it also can be what you call your male part… or your brother (if you want to imply that he is a male part).
He told us the story (substituting the word for male part with a grab to his crotch) and it went down like this….
My Son: The Boy called his brother a Ding Dong. Did you know Ding Dong means his [grabs crotch and starts laughing]?
My Daughter: [laughing, but trying to be above all that] You know, that is not nice.
Me: I think he got it wrong. A Ding Dong is a cake. It is chocolate and it is like a Twinkie.
My Son: No mom, it means [grabs crotch and another giggle escapes]. Seriously, he told me.
Me: Well, I think he was misinformed. He obviously has not had the tasty treat that I am talking about. Poor thing, he really is missing out. And another thing, why is he calling his brother a name. Calling people names is not nice… unless he is calling him a cake because he is sweet.
My Son: No, he was calling him a [grabs crotch again]. He said it was because he is one. He also called this other boy a Ding Dong.
Me: Well, that is just not nice. I hope you don’t call anyone a Ding Dong. You really should not call anyone a name, even if the name means a tasty cake.
My Son: I won’t.
Me: Because we all know nothing comes from calling people names… No tasty cakes for you, really I don’t know what I would do, if I heard that you were calling people names. I would be so disappointed.
My daughter: Yeah, you got to be strong.
Me: [pride washing over me, because she remembered my lecture about how it takes more strength to be nice to someone who is mean to you] Yes, if someone calls you a Ding Dong, you should just say “Really? I think I am more of an Angel Cake.”
My Daughter: Or you could just tell them that they have a nice shirt.
Me: or that.