I like a challenge, so when Andy over at Wild ARS Chase as part of his ‘get to know him week’ (in which he has written one of the funniest 100 things i’ve read, oh and let the world know his favourite band is Radiohead. But don’t hold that against him) asked us new bloggers reading his site to write a post about:

A) Something nobody knows about you,
B) One of your favourites stories from your childhood, or
C) Your 10 Top Favourite (Fill in the Blank).

So, as i’m pretty open about who I am (read my about me, its all there, ok, apart from my blog secret post – did you find me?) and I generally don’t have enough things to fill a top ten (I’m a one dinner, one cake, one movie, one drink type of gal, a creature of extreme habits) I thought i’d tell you the story of how I ‘discovered’ a willy for the first time.

Yes a willy; I might prefer the word cock now (and fud has to be my favourite word for lady bits), but at the time I was probably about 5 years old and my parents preferred willy.

Now I had a favourite toy, it wasn’t a care bear, or a wuzzle, or even my old teddy that I had had since birth. It was a pyjama case. Ok, it was in the shape of a leopard, but it was still a pyjama case. It roared if you shook it and had a long thick tail.

Now you see where i’m going.

For some reason, I was a little advanced at 5 years old and one of my favourite things was to suck this leopards’ tail. It was a kind of comfort blanket, a good suck and I was off to sleep. Now one night this hadn’t worked so I had crawled into my parent’s bed and fallen fast asleep between them.

Sweet dreams at last.

But upon waking in the morning, I felt something strange against my leg. At first i lay there in disgust and surprise until my 5 year old warped logic had kicked in and I leapt out of bed screaming that daddy’s willy was against me.

It wasn’t.

Daddy didn’t have a ten inch furry willy. But I think he was impressed that I thought he did.

Unfortunately this story has never gone away and the day I met daddy’s willy is written up proudly in our family history books.

And got told at my wedding.

Kx