There are two very loose, self-imposed rules for this column. Do not stray too far from the topic and do not pander to one’s disturbing fixation with male genitalia.
But the two come crashing together like a pair of underpants hitting the kindergarten carpet in this instance.
On my first day at school, the teacher muttered those immortal words to my mother.
“Just let him try and fit in.”
Maybe there was a PE class that morning. Maybe there was toilet training (a tad late for three-year-olds, but you didn’t see the kids in my school. The only thing missing was David Attenborough’s
