Which isn’t to say she’s not a caring parent. I don’t think she’s spent one moment contemplating the penises of any of our boys. This is not something my wife worries about. But here's what they don’t tell you about circumcisions: When the hood is gone, much of the size goes with it, and seeing this made me sad. Zach’s penis, and then his brother Slater’s, looked fairly large to me at birth-large enough, anyway-and this had made me happy. There were no physical problems, but there were psychic ones. There were no problems at all with the circumcision. We were planning his bris, and I become obsessed with the possibility that the skin tag would somehow complicate the circumcision, or worse, cause the mohel to cut too deeply. They are annoying, but for the most part they are no big deal. Skin tags are those small, extra, mutant pieces of skin that suddenly appear on your body one day, unannounced and unwelcomed. When our older son was born-and let's call him Zach to protect the innocent-he had a skin tag on his foreskin.
