.. . when he's ten or so, my son will say to me:
SON: Dad, what does a vagina look like?
ME: My son, when a woman first opens her legs for you when you are about to have sex, you will have the enormous privilege of experiencing the vagina. It is as beautiful as a flower, with delicate pink petals surrounded by a dark ruff of leaves; its aroma puts the finest perfume to shame; its flavour would make a chef cry. Truly, the vagina is a wonderful thing.
SON: (Impressed) Dad, what does a vagina look like after sex?
DAD: . . . Son, have you every seen a bulldog eating ice cream?
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