In Mexico, I unintentionally convinced a guy that I spoke Spanish. I was singing along perfectly to Antologia by Shakira.* I know all the words. And don't know what half of them mean. The guy said to my husband (in Spanish), Your wife speaks Spanish, and my husband snorted. I was forced to admit that I only know Shakira lyrics.
I just started reading Women's Bodies, Women's Wisdom by Christiane Northrup. It's quite interesting. Yesterday I read the chapter on bonding with your baby. There was a section on circumcision, on why it's unnecessary. I found it pretty compelling. So I brought it up to Dh last night.
Me: Is there anything in our church that says boys have to be circumcised?
Me: I don't think we should then, if we have any boys.
Dh: So all the other guys can make fun of them in the locker room, make fun of their torpedos? No. We are circumcising them.
Me (surprised): But this book I'm reading says circumcision causes a reduction in sexual sensitivity.
Dh: Worth it. A slight loss in sensitivity, so they don't get made fun of for their torpedo penises.
Me (at a complete loss): Um, then let's make sure the doctor uses anesthestic then. (Thinking: Boys are so weird.)
Dh (shrugs): Okay. But they are getting circumcised.
I guess I don't really want to know what goes on in guys' locker rooms.
*If you've never heard Antologia, go listen to it. Even if you don't speak Spanish, it's a beautiful song.