I was once out for a walk with my then 3-yr old Son. He was walking by my side. An older gentleman was walking toward us.
My son points in the direction of the man walking towards us and starts shouting, "PERVERT!", "PERVERT!" .
At this point the gentleman was a little out of earshot (what with the noise of the passing traffic) and I start asking my son what he means (he can't possibly have had any understanding of the word etc) and ultimately trying to subtly get him to be quieter. He continues, more excitedly and even louder, "PERVERT!", "PERVERT!", "PERVERT!" and thrusting his arm with each shout, pointing in the direction of the man walking towards us.
The man is now in earshot, he's heard what my son is shouting, he looks shocked and as though he's about to protest his innocence, we make eye contact, I pick my son up and just as I do, I notice there's a large black crow perched on a wall a little further behind the man who's now pretty much next to us and I realise this (the bird) is what my son had had been pointing at and it occurs to me what he thought he'd been saying... I respond (LOUDLY) "Oh! you mean a PARROT [son's name], you think that bird is a PARROT?" and my son replies, "YES! A PARROT! A PARROT!"
I laugh (loudly), shoot the man an apologetic look and quickly walk on past him, highly embarrassed, cringing, though admittedly chuckling to myself.
I do hope that man got over it