When faced with the direct question ‘ where is your willy, Nanny’ by a boy who is keenly observant in the swimming pool family changing room I falter. The area…
One thing I have learnt is that every man has pee’d in his own face
As a novice Nan of a boy I was stumped when it came to cleansing.
His face, arms, feet,legs are familiar. His boyological equipment was not, then there are the wrinkles.
I was born of a woman. I am a woman. I gave birth to what is now a beautiful strong woman.
And then came the news “It’s a boy”. So what would be different about having a boy?
Now we can all stand up to wee but maybe not so early for the girls as the boys
I did not get very close to the Body Shop. It was cordoned off. I asked a police officer what was going on.
Why men and some women giggle or press the idea that ‘big is best’ when it comes to this one part of our anatomy I do not understand. Nan says ‘ Boys get over it and girls stop playing into the mythology’.
When it turns out to be nothing to do with gastronomy its time to take a deep breath.