Maybe one of you can tell me what this means.  Bubba has been grabbing his junk all week.  Like it’s bothering him.  When I ask him if it hurts, he just looks at me blankly.  Like I’m the dumb ass who should have all the answers.

Say hello to my little friend

Anyone who has met me knows I’m never one to shy away from reality and calling it as I see it.  Being a nurse has probably made me a little rough around the edges.  I am a big fan of using correct names for body parts and when my daughter was younger she could tell you where her scapula and her vagina were.  With all that said, I am going to have to be honest and say I feel a little over my head here.  I’m in uncharted territory.  Utterly clueless.

First off, I had no idea that thing was so stretchy.  Or that stretching it would be fun.  Or done so often.

I am beginning to get a clearer understanding of the deep and personal relationship each man has with his wanker.  The roots of a life long love affair.  I thought it started in middle school, when suddenly girls no longer have any cooties.  Nope.  Not even in grade school.  No, the fascination starts much earlier.  As in right out of the womb early.  I would not have believed this if I had not been watching the progression first hand.

With that in mind, I’m assuming there is nothing medically wrong to cause him to pull his diaper off and come running to me holding his friend with a befuddled look of ‘What the hell?’ in his eyes.  So I guess I do what I’ve always done before.  Act like it is no big deal, just another part of the body.  Call it by the correct anatomical name.  Try not to convey my distress.

I should probably quit laughing too.