At dinner one night, a son asks his dad, "What kinds of boobs are there?"

The father, thinks a second and answers, "There are actually three kinds son.
The first kind are like melons, round and firm.. when a woman is in her 20's.
The second kind are like pears, still nice, but it they hang a little bit.... when she's 30 to 40.

The last kind, when a woman gets to be 50, are like an onions.

"Onions?"

"Yes, you see them and they make you cry."

His inquisitive daughter then turns to the mother and asks, "Well, how many kinds of 'willies' are there?"

The mother, smiles and quickly answers, 'Well dear, there are also three kinds."

The first kind is like an oak tree, mighty and hard... when he's in his 20's.

The second kind is like a birch tree, flexible but reliable... when he's in his 30's and 40's.

And the last kind, when he reaches 50, is just like a Christmas Tree.'

"A Christmas tree?"

"Yes - the root's dead and the balls are just for decoration."