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As told to us by my mom...
My brother and I (who's a year older than me) were 3 and 4 when we were told by our mom that our penises were called "pickles", after we became fascinated by them one day.
We'd run around just saying "pickle this, pickle that", while usually naked.
One day in church, we were about to fall asleep from boredom, when the pastor starts talking about the Summer picnic coming up.
He mentions the different foods he's looking forward to, and when he gets to pickles, my brother and I perk right up!
We look like we're taking a breath to shout out about our favorite thing in the world.
Our parents each clamped a mouth just in time.
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