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The thing that worries me the most about
having a boy is not the early-morning hockey practices one day in the future, or even visits to the hospital for broken bones. If I can be so blunt, what scares me the most is his penis. Make that his teeny weeny penis. I once caught a glimpse of my nephew’s penis shortly after he was born, and I was shocked, to say the least. It was the weirdest looking thing I had ever seen. All balls and, well, a teeny weeny penis. At least I think it was; I didn’t really stay long enough
to find out. I ran out of the room, screaming,
“Oh my god! Oh my god! What was that?”