OK I'll be the first to tell a story about what I did as a small child:
I was riding in the back of the station wagon. Mom was driving, oldest son in the front passenger seat. Two other brothers sitting in the back seat with me. I leaned up to mom and asked her what color my uterus was. My older brothers began to snicker and my mom calmly answered - "Well I hope it's pink" to which I responded - no look their brown." I meant the Iris of my eye.