During a regularily metered conversation of mine, well, rant, my son paused me to ask his pa what he meant by the word "clitoris" and I was agog that there was such a gap in his education by the dizzying age of thirteen, so I rose to his level and asked the blonde sknny thing how many times he had watched the Southpark movie? Many, many, many times he replied, claiming it was the "the shit" but what did that have to do with the price of fish, afetrwhich i reminded him how (ignoring the obvious wit about scent.) Stan was sent on a Tolkenian quest by Chef to find the clitoris, but he grimaced at me like I was speaking Martian, so I switched tac & went textbook on the kid "There is a bundle of nerves compressed into a magic pleasure button at the top of a womans - " Rightly so, with a thumb in each ear, the fruit of loins walked away perfering ignorance over listening to my twaddle.
Next time tell him, "See women have this teeney tiny penis..."
