When this blogger was but a sweet and cute lil five and a half year old lass she received from the stork a younger brother.
It was an exciting time, with many new and interesting happenings.



A fascinating aspects of having this young male child join two sisters was a whole new vocabulary. One of these words was scrotum. Only vaguely concerned with the definition, I just enjoyed saying the word. It was altogether new and unfamiliar. Starting with a sharp hiss, then scooting back in the mouth and rounding out to the O. Then the last syllable ending with the lips together in a hum. Even today I enjoy saying "sanctum sanctorum" for much the same reason, its just fun to say! However, I am saddened to report the kindergarten teacher at the rather conservative private school I was attending was not well enough adjusted to handle a young lady in her class periodically murmuring "scrotum" throughout the day. My mother was summoned to the school to handle this crisis. Thankfully, in this particular instance she exhibited a great deal of common sense, and explained to me that scrotum is not a word people typically bandy about in polite conversation or classroom settings.
Thus enlightened I returned to class.