My nephew Simon, who is three and whose sister, Elizabeth, is pretty much brand new, asked his dad why Elizabeth has no penis. Zip told him that because Elizabeth is a girl, she has a vagina instead.
Simon, whose other auntie has just returned from the Far East, now thinks that if you’re a girl, you have a “China.”
As is, the Great Wall of China.
Company’s coming – get out the good china. It’s in the china cabinet.
This china’s been in the family for generations – it used to be my grandmother’s china…
Made in China.
You get the idea.
An hour later, you always want more.
I guess we are all “made in China”, then, in a sense.
It makes the song “China Girl” seem kinda redundant.
Years ago, my young daughter, about 4, was watching a documentary about the growth of a fetus. At some point it was obvious that this was a boy. Debby said, “Oh, daddy, look at his cute little fingers and penis.”
I’m telling ya: the riffs on this one are endless.
Yup – there’s a good seven minutes, for sure. I’m trying to figure out one with “slow boat to China”