You never know where the breakfast conversation is going to go around here.
One minute you’re sleepily making coffee for yourself (always a priority) and some raisin toast for the kids, mmmm-hmmmming your way through a conversation about the new “fighting game” the 1st graders are currently playing at recess. You know, who has which super power, will H. be mad if we want to add a new power today (that of turning into a turkey vulture when under attack), and that sort of thing. Then, just as you’re pouring a little bit of milk into your coffee, the topic seems to have taken a dramatic turn for the, well, serious, because you realize you have just been asked,
“Why does my penis look different from all the other boys’ penises?” with a complete graphic description of certain boys’ members.
And – wham-o! – it’s time to discuss circumcision. The pros, the cons, religious reasons, and why Daddy and I chose not to do that with our boys. He had to list each male member (pun completely intended) of my family: are they or aren’t they? Thankfully, I couldn’t always answer. I don’t know what made me think this wouldn’t “come up” until the boys had to change clothes in an open locker room…apparently, when you get enough first grade boys in a bathroom together…
All this left me thinking that perhaps Matt won’t be allowed to shower while I serve breakfast anymore.