I was an only child, a girl of thirteen.  I had no younger brothers who ran around the house naked as the day they were born.  My girls did. One evening I was headed to my bedroom.  I knew my dad was taking a bath.  Well, as I approached the bathroom my dad emerged in a cloud of steam.  He was putting on his robe, however I did get a glance at his male parts.  I said nothing, and I went into my bedroom and closed the door.

I tried to do my homework.  My mind raced.  I knew that a penis fit into a vagina and that business resulted in making a baby.  I saw my dad’s penis and scrotum.  When I went to bed that night I thought about what I saw.  Penises were like a set of keys:  different sizes for different sized vaginas.  I knew that vaginas came in different sizes because I took swimming in school.  Some girls were grown up more than others.  So, I figured the male counterpart was like a set of keys of different sizes.

I had two sons and two daughters.  I had to do penis duty after they were circumcised.  I did baths and diapers.  Every time I did this I thought about how naive I was at thirteen.  My young daughters called the youngest brother, often naked, peanut baby.

Whenever I see keys on a key ring I think back about my glimpse of my dad’s penis at age thirteen.