The Circumcision Debate: Is it Normal or Barbaric?

I am an uncircumcised man. This has never bothered my wife, Nicole. Or so I thought. “It’s like your penis is wearing a turtleneck,” she’d sometimes say, benignly. As such, there was never any doubt in my mind that, should my wife and I ever produce a miniature me, he would also go uncircumcised. We would leave his little thing alone. No snip-snip, just like Daddy. Until, that is, the late-September day when we brought our newborn son home from the hospital. It was chilly, and the tightly wrapped baked potato of a boy felt warm in the crook of my arm. “We’re getting Dalton circumcised,” my wife said as she fastened the potato into his car seat. “What?” I said. “Since when does he need that?” “Ever since uncircumcised penises are weird.” She paused before adding, a little backpedally, “Except yours, of course. Yours is OK.”