Alright so, I'd post a picture but it would be wildly inappropriate. See the thing is, you all know that poor Matthew had part of his little boyhood removed earlier this week. The doctor said that the ring (PastiBell method) would fall off within 4 to 7 days and that, if a week actually passed with it still attached, we should bring him back. Well, it's been four and a half days and, while the ring is still technically attached, it's hanging on by a thread. We were told not to pull it off.
Earlier this afternoon I was changing a poopy diaper. Garrett is absolutely obsessed with the fact that his brother poops and wants to assist any and all diaper changes just in case there is a poop inside. Whenever I get ready to change Matthew, Garrett screams, "Matthew is poopy?" Sometimes I reply with yes and sometimes I reply with I don't know yet. Any time that I say the latter, Garrett gleefully yells, "Maybe!" So, being that I knew this particular diaper was poopy, Garrett was so excited you'd have thought it was Christmas. Matthew was shrieking so I sent Garrett in search of the pacifier while I took care of his business. The ring is literally laying next to Little Matthew and is only attached by a thin piece of skin.
When Garrett ran back into the room with the pacifier he quickly pounced on the bed, crawled speedily over to the baby and exclaimed, "Matthew's penis has a tag!"
And if I told you I didn't almost die laughing, I'd be lying. Then I had a hysterical vision of people heading out to the local WalMart to hand select their own, personal, members. "Can I get a price check on...um...male appendages?" Just don't forget to cut off that tag when you get it home.
Oh man, I really need to stop talking about penises on my blog. It's getting out of hand.