Completely inappropriate, but funny

How do you handle something your kid does, or says, that is really 'bad,' but at the same so incredibly funny you'd be in hysterics if it wasn't your kid who did/said it? Or the ever dreaded, you want to laugh and then they think, "I'll make mommy laugh if I say that again!" I've had a couple of these situations, like the time Abby decided to work on making an F sound. The entire drive to work/daycare one morning when she was nearly 2 she made a great "fffffffff" sound. Generally followed by 'truck.' You get my point. Seriously, try to think of an f word that she can 'practice' that doesn't have a blend at the beginning. Can't think of one can you? On the spot, while trying not to laugh out loud. Needless to say, I warned the daycare teachers about her experiment. Luckily, Abs must have decided that she knew the F sound pretty well, as she didn't say it at all at school.

Last Christmas season, while walking in Wal-Mart a man caught Abby's attention. Not that he was trying to, it's just that my kid is observant and curious. She points and says, in a voice I thought was close to screaming, but probably wasn't, "Why does that man only have hair around the sides, but not on top?"

So last night, Abby pulled another. She was helping me sort laundry. Well, as much as a 4-year-old can help sort right? Anyway, we had an incredible amount to do, and the piles were getting quite big. She was sitting between the whites and the darks, sometimes helping me toss things over to the 'medium' pile. She's not all that careful, so when some clothes would fall down and co-mingle with the neighboring pile, I'd ask her to correct the problem.

"Abby, those socks are sneaking into the black pile!"
"Oh no you whitey whites, get back there with your friends!"

No, I do not call any of the light clothes "whitey." And at the time I didn't think anything of it. She was giving a personality to inanimate objects, oh well. So we sorted and sorted and then gathered up the whites. Abby had a little bunch of whites wrapped in a towel bundle, I had the rest. She goes downstairs and starts telling Daddy. "Your white socks didn't want to stay with their whitey friends and kept trying to play with the black things. So I had to keep picking them up." She's giggling a little like she's rolling her eyes in a "can you believe it?" tone. Nathan just looks at me. "Whitey?" It wasn't me, I swear.

I just hope she doesn't go to school and start talking about the whiteys and the darkies... oh the horror!