Big brains and little brains

You can count on cribbage to be comical most of the time anyways, by virtue of the fact that for all my amazing mental prowess, I can't add whole numbers together, at least not the numbers between one and thirty-one.

It started out with my dad's nearly innocent observation that the cherubs on the back of Bicycle playing cards have been sitting on those bicycles for a very long time - several years, in fact, and might possibly have sore crotches as a result.

Mom replied by suggesting that maybe the cherubs were actually female, and I suggested that perhaps the seats on the bicycles were those gynacologically correct ones with the hole in the middle that are supposed to be more comfortable for women.

And then someone else said that maybe that feels better on testicles as well, having a hole in the middle of the seat, which led me to wonder aloud what the hell a gynecologist would be caring about testicles anyways, unless they were his own.

Which, in turn, led to us all wondering what a penis specialist doctor would be called.

"Oh, it's probably just a urologist or something," Mom said.

"A neurologist?" my sister replied.

We prolonged the hysterics by taking repeated jabs at men, until dad, brought to tears with laughter, accused us all of stereotyping.