My mind drifted back to a past post Valentine’s bathtime tale.
Chattering between the adults doing the washing up meant a short delay before the silence in the bathroom raised a concerned look between Mum and Dad.
Dad stepped forward and pushed the door wide open. There was Kevin quietly sitting cross legged with his penis between his fingers.
He was carefully, and clearly painlessly, pulling back his foreskin. Dad winced and asked what he was doing while noticing an amount of glitter in the bath.
‘I’m saving it’
‘Saving what Kevin?’
‘The glitter, I am putting it in my pocket for later. I want to keep it in my secret pocket.’
Kevin had reasoned that the ‘flappy bit’ at the top of his penis must have some use. Now he had found one.
‘Ok…… well….. It’s not a pocket Connor’.
Connor looked up with a frown.
