A harried mother came to the urgent care center where I was working her five-year old-boy wearing nothing but a sheet and a frown. He was obviously unhappy with his mother and in distress as I assessed him and asked him the problem. “I’ve got this big hard piece of tape stuck on the end of my pecker and it won’t come off. She’s had me sitting in the bathtub all morning, and it ain’t come off yet!” With this he shot her a murderous look. She explained he’d had a circumcision recently and the dressing was still clinging stubbornly.
He broke back in f’uriously, “I told you I didn’t want no surgery! Ever’thin’ was workin’ just fine till you hired somebody to whittle on me!”
I wasn’t getting in that family fight!
We have a nice little wet-weather creek that runs along our property line, cutting through the middle of the wooded lot next door. My kids played in the creek and in the woods all the time. They were a few years older than Greg, our neighbor’s boy, so by the time he played there, he had Annie, our Dalmatian and other kids from the neighborhood with him. Sometimes, I think Greg was the only person Annie really liked. 
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