Since the moment I knew I was pregnant (and technically before that point, but let's keep this clean) goings-on below the bikini-line have been uppermost in my mind. Following the arrival of my little bundles of fun, I've changed more nappies and wiped more boy-bits and girl-bits than I've had gin and tonics; and I've needed a fair few of those since their arrival...
As the children grow up I have become ever more aware of the words I use when I'm with them; conscious that I am shaping the future vocabulary of my ultra-absorbent audience. Over the last couple of years I have managed to phase out swearing almost completely, replacing the profanities with a range of 'blimeys' and 'botherations' that would bring credit to a vicar's wife.
With this in mind, my thoughts have turned to what to call my childrens' nether regions. My little boy is easy; he has a willy, in common with most other boys in his peer group.
