I've been a father for over a decade now (typing that out, I feel a lot older than I otherwise would), and a father of a boy for nearly eight of those ten years. And almost a decade in, I'm still trying to relate to my son via his genitals.
The long and the short of it (pun definitely intended) is this: I am circumcised, and my son is not. "Wow," you're probably thinking to yourself, "that's a lot more than I ever thought I wanted or needed to know about a random stranger on the Internet." To which I'd respond, welcome to the Internet. The confessional nature of this proclamation aside, what I'm really getting at is the nature of a specific speed bump in the road of parenting I never gave the proper consideration to.