"Um…" Elmer Grant looked at Dylan Grant. "Dylan, doesn't Dorothy have one?"
Dylan's little face turned a rare shade of red. "Of course not. That's why she's a girl, and we're boys."
Dorothy Ellsworth poked the clay figure, knocking the piece off. Elmer got anxious. "Dorothy, why'd you knock it off?"
She waved her hand magnanimously. "It's fine. I'll just stick another one on."
So, Dorothy rolled a long strip of clay and stuck it between the figure's legs. It was as long as the figure's legs.
"It's not that long!" Elmer was going crazy.
He pulled Dorothy's off and fashioned a tiny little one to replace it.
Dorothy was confused. "Elmer, is your pee-pee place really that short?"
"…"
Elmer was too embarrassed to answer. He stood up and huffed, "Of course not! If you don't believe me, I'll pull down my pants and show you!"
Dylan shot him a look. "Go back to your room for your nap."
Elmer left.
"Dorothy, let's go wash our hands."
