My wee chappies feed like little birds one day and absolute beasts the next.

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.

Elliot was found scrubbing the toilet with his toothbrush. ‘ Clean clean’ was happily mumbled. A telling off, a congratulations for cleaning or a diversion?

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’.

Oh the wash of warm slimy poo as wee man slides hopelessly into the pan