The Giant Gender Agenda

We have taken the 5 Year Old to Cerne Abbas, and naturally go to see the Giant.

"Is it a boy or a girl?" she asks.

Seriously??

"Well, a boy," we reveal, "can't you tell?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because it hasn't got hair!"

We leave this hanging in the air. Do we press on? 5 Year Old's Mummy decides to grasp the nettle, as it were.

"He's got a willy!"

"Oh," she says. "Is that what he's holding in his hand?"

"No," I say, "that's a big stick."

"Where is his willy then?"

"In the middle," says Mummy, "it's sort of standing up."

"Why?"

We drive on.