So did this story (which I somehow deleted by moving my mouse in the wrong direction. Did I mention that I hate laptops?) Definitely worth the re-typing, though. GF, Coworker and I often get into discussions about our kids. Today the discussion was about the joys of parenting boys with their unique boy-ness. (No. I don't mean boyishness. I mean boy-ness, something my BIL calls, "Just being a boy.") Coworker's son (who is now 24, I think) asked, at age fifteen, to get circumcised. Against her motherly, protective instincts, she let him. Ouchie. *shuddering at the mere thought* But she let him. His recuperation period was two weeks. He had to stay home from school for two weeks. One day during that two-week period, she came home from work as usual and went into his room to check on him. When she walked into his room, he was sitting in the middle of the floor, eating Cheetos, playing video games, "butt naked, with his little 'thing' up on a pillow." He said, 'Mom. It hurts so bad, I can't put anything on it." She said (yesterday) "I just backed out of the room and let him him keep playing video games. What could I say?" I howled when she told this story. What a visual! Oh! The joy of parenting boys.