Like the time I insisted that in order to best prepare our daughter for the birth of her little brother, we should get her an anatomically correct baby doll. Yes, that's right — a doll with a penis.
Was it was my own need to prepare myself for the birth of a son that made me so fanatical? Probably. I was panicked about our son's imminent bris. The idea of handing my 8-day-old over to a mohel for the ritual circumcision, of letting a stranger handle and draw blood from my precious infant while I was forced to play hostess and serve a bagel brunch, terrified me.
"Anatomisch korrekt", dann war ja wenigstens die Puppe intakt! 