I had my foreskin chopped today.
Then again, I was so drugged up that I didn't really feel a thing, and I've been told that I'm not gonna really miss it. Plus, mine will look just like Daddy's, although I can't figure out the opportunity or reason where we'll both have to whip ours out at the same time.
So I've got that going for me now.
Which is nice.
Gram and Grampa have been here today to help Mommy and Daddy. I like them a lot. Gram is very tender and sings "Inky Dinky Spider" which I can swear is wrong, and Grampa blows tiny bubbles through his lips. They're gonna make me laugh.
Which also is nice.