My 7yr old son came downstairs while I was moving laundry this morning.
DS: "Mommy, why doesn't Papa have a foreskin?"
Me: "He had it cut off by a doctor when he was a newborn"
DS: "But why?"
Me: "Probably because his mommy and daddy didn't know they should leave it on"
DS: "Why didn't you have my foreskin cut off?"
Me: "Because I couldn't stand the thought of my brand new little baby being hurt so bad for no good reason"
DS comes over wraps his arms around me, looks up with his freckled face and big blue eyes, smiles and says, "Mommy I'm glad I still have my foreskin, thank you for not having it cut off."
Me: "Your welcome"
DS: "Mommy, why doesn't Papa have a foreskin?"
Me: "He had it cut off by a doctor when he was a newborn"
DS: "But why?"
Me: "Probably because his mommy and daddy didn't know they should leave it on"
DS: "Why didn't you have my foreskin cut off?"
Me: "Because I couldn't stand the thought of my brand new little baby being hurt so bad for no good reason"
DS comes over wraps his arms around me, looks up with his freckled face and big blue eyes, smiles and says, "Mommy I'm glad I still have my foreskin, thank you for not having it cut off."
Me: "Your welcome"









(BIL insists that my nephew will hate my sister -his mom- for leaving him intact...)
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