I have to say...I don’t get it but I am fully aware that men are completely obsessed with their junk. They are constantly adjusting, itching, and touching it (to make sure it’s still there??) like it’s their job. Heck, I even had a male coworker tell a bunch of us completely clueless girls that he was “fluffing” it. Yes, that’s right, fluffing it. The act of fluffing revolved around him picking his butt up off his chair and then gently coming back down so that his junk was in the right place. He then turned his chair around and continued working while the rest of us stared at him and then each other and then back at him. “Did that really just happen??” Apparently, it did.
As a member of the dating scene for way longer than I care to admit, I quickly learned that every thought and action revolves around it. It’s as if it rules their thoughts and actions and as a woman, you learn ways to, ummmmmm, dodge it when you have to. It’s something that, while, I never fully understood, I adjusted to.
What I was not at all prepared for is the fascination cubbie has shown for it. Oh boy, it starts young, doesn’t it? As soon as his diaper comes off, he is reaching for it. In the bath? Pulling on it. It becomes his most favorite toy until I try to put his diaper back on and he gets mad at me! He actually tries to get his diaper off so he can play again! I keep asking John if he’s sure he can’t actually pull it off. He laughs and shakes his head. What? I think it’s a very valid question!
So, now I must try to adjust...or, rather resign myself to the fact that the fascination starts young and that it’s normal. Ahhhhhh, the joys of raising a little man. Hey, maybe this fascination will lead to a booming career in the porn industry? Huh, now maybe it’s me who has lost her mind completely. Yep, one ticket to Crazytown, errrrrrr Momville, please!
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