Overheard between Small girl aged 4 andSmall boy aged 6 while in the bath.
Small boy: “Girls don’t have willies.”
Small girl: “We don’t need them.”
Small boy: “My friend only has half awillie.”
Small girl: “Why?”
Small boy: “When he was born his mumchopped half of it off.”
I was floored, speechless and apoplecticwith hysteria. That poor child.
Circumcision is a touchy subject.
Do you ordon’t you?
I hadn’t given it a moment’s thought until my eldest made hisappearance.
Unless it is for specific religiousreasons, circumcision is not offered in the United Kingdom. In South Africa yougive birth and the little tyke is whipped off to be snipped before you can say,“Is it a boy or a girl?”
On the second day of my firstborn’s life inLondon we took him to the hospital for his shots. The nurse had to draw bloodand my husband became more and more irate as she tried and failed. Eventuallyhe threatened to take her life if she so much as thought about putting anotherneedle in the fruit of his seed. There was no way he was going to let somesurgeon wield a scalpel anywhere near his son.
By the time the second son made his appearancein sunny South Africa we had time to think about it. Once more we balked. Now Ireckon if either of them ever decides it is something they want to do, theycan. I do not want to be in a similar position to the parents of boy who wentto school with my husband. Said boy is now in his forties and suing his parentsfor circumcising him at birth without his consent.
Parenting is one of those adventuresplagued with those pesky damned if you do, damned if you don’t decisions.