It’s got to be something in the genetics.
While retracting Alex’s foreskin (oh, God the search terms) and bemoaning my fate of a life spent cleaning teeny penises (penii?), I noticed something that I can only attribute to his father’s side of the family.
Alex laughed the entire time I was cleaning the schmutz off of his penis.
I’m pretty sure this wasn’t covered in my copy of What To Expect When You’re Expecting.