Here in the Testosterone Castle privacy is just an illusion. So it should come as no surprise to anyone that while I'm stepping out of the shower, there is at least one little prince perched on his throne, waiting to share his immense knowledge of the world. Usually it's the littlest one.
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"You don't have a penis?" in his public-address voice, in case anybody walking by outside might want to partake of his wisdom of the day.
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And for the umpteenzillionth time, "No, I don't have a penis."
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"You need a penis." He's quite matter-of-fact about it.
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"I do just fine without one."
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"You should get one!"
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"We already have three in this house. No more penises."
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"You should get one at the groceries!"
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Now would that be at the deli counter or the butcher shop?
3 comments:
UGH, EEEW.
LOL! Now that's one I hadn't heard!
I think you are living the American version of my life, or I the Canadian version of yours, only without an over abundance of penis'in the house. I was just writing of my barbaric bathroom invaders the other day! My business partner just pointed me in the direction of your blog. I'm PerpetualChocoholic. Pleased to read your blog.
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