We've decided. And I am not telling you what we've decided. I am not trying to be mysterious nor I am out to intrigue. I am not telling you because my son's penis is none of your business; it is barely any of my business; it is his business. And while the American Academy of Pediatrics is weighing in on circumcision and telling the world that circumcision will prevent HIV (like some sort of automatic condom handed out with "It's a Boy" cigars in the nursery) and other people are screaming circumcision is mutilation that has dire, life changing consequences; I am going to be decidedly quiet on the topic.
Because my son's penis and your son's penis and everyone's penis is their own damn business.
If you are wondering about the pros, cons, penis care, the American Academy of Pediatrics recommendation and the history of circumcision, Google it. Everyone has an opinion about the penis: no wonder men are so obsessed.
Author's note: I was tempted to call this entry "Penis, Penis, Penis"; to keep in the theme of my earlier post Boobies, Boobies, Boobies. Look for "Uterus, Uterus, Uterus: an opinionated note about C-sections" later this week when the penis storm blows over.
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