His Body Is a Wonderland
The plastic boats were circling some suds as he first wondered aloud, “What if my penis was a lighthouse?”
“I’m sorry, what?” I replied, as I poured some water onto a washcloth, not fully understanding what I had heard.
“What if my penis was a lighthouse? And then sailors could come here and picnic for breakfast,” he said as he pointed to his tiny, four-year-old scrotum.
“Hmmm…” I said, trying hard not to sound alarmed or shocked.
“Yeah, that’d be cool,” he said, as he continued to circle the plastic boats around the landform of his body, “that’d be so, so cool.”