One day, as my 15 year old daughter and I were engaged in one of our usual disputing discussions over verbal intellect, she looked at me and asked, “If you think you are so smart, mother, then what is a “wenis”? Of course after even hearing the word, I immediately started chuckling to myself, and shook my head. “Wenis,” I thought…. and I thought… and even thought some more. “Is it bigger than a bread box?” I asked her. She began laughing at me right then and replied, “You even went to college and you don’t know what a “wenis” is?”

At that point, I thought some more and headed toward my book shelf trying to find a Webster’s Dictionary or Thesaurus that could take me to a higher plane of a fifteen year old’s brain capacity. “No, Mom, that is cheating!” She said to me. “Come on, you should know, everyone has them!” My daughter said laughing at me as I was looking over my entire body in a new type of amazement. “Wenis,” I kept mumbling to myself. “Okay, kiddo, I give up. You got me on this one!” I told her as she was lying on the floor exhausted from laughing over her stupified mother.” A wenis is that rough skin you have right on your elbow!” My daughter replied with that 15 year old arrogance as though she just won on Jepordy or something. To beat all hell, she beat me at that little exchange of parental/childhood intellect. Please admit it, you thought a “wenis” was something sexual… right?