“I’m an awkward dude.
Sometimes it’s by my own design, other times it’s through my own misfortune, but I tend to have this incredible ability to bring shame and embarrassment upon myself.
With the kind assistance of my two-year-old however, I’ve been able to take this next level and basically had my entire character blemished to the point I may find myself on some kind of most wanted list.
Allow me to regale you with ‘tales of the todger touching toddler’
So, my youngest daughter is obsessed with zips at the moment. Legit obsessed. Everywhere we go, if she finds a zip then she will be occupied for anywhere up to 30 minutes just zipping it back and forth.
Given the level of peace and quiet this tends to provide me, I’m fully supportive of this new interest and encourage her to go to town.
Pencil cases, kids’ toys, clothing – she’s all over it. She gets entertainment and I get peace and relaxation.
That was… until the other day when we were out and about.
You see – I happened to be wearing shorts.
Shorts with a zip up fly.
As we’re standing near a cafeteria, I hear the thunderous yell of a demon hellbent on launching its attack.
Her words echo around the café with enough pitch to draw everyone’s attention just as she lunges for my crotch.
Her words had barely resonated and echoed around my ear canals when she manages to start pulling down my fly.
I hurriedly try to release her vice like grip from the zipper on my pants.
‘No Lucy, you can’t play with that Zip’ I try to say as loudly as possible
It’s at that point I realize that a crowd of roughly 20 people have all stopped what they’re doing as they now stare intently at the grown man with what appears to be a 2-year-old grabbing furiously at his python.
‘NO HONEY, THAT’S DAD’S ZIP – YOU CAN’T PLAY WITH THAT. DAD’S PANTS WILL FALL DOWN’
I’m practically yelling my objections in the hopes people will realize that
1) I’m actually the father of this child and
2)it’s not as horribly inappropriate as it seems.
Now, my youngest is a head strong little human. She doesn’t take the word ‘NO’ overly well.
Not only that, but her communication isn’t quite as perfect as you’d like it to be.
Instead of complying with my instructions she decides to firmly grab a hold of Richard and the twins and proceed to start wailing ‘MORE DADDY MORE DADDY I WANT MORE’
My situation has now gotten dire.
By now my crowd of onlookers is staring in a mix of confusion and horror. I can feel my face going flush red as I try and delicately remove Russel the love Muscle from the firm grip of my tyrannical toddler.
The more I attempt to maneuver her away from my disco stick, the firmer her grip gets.
Her volume goes up to eleven
She takes an even firmer grasp and proceeds to grab a handful of testicles, twisting it in her tiny hand.
Uncertain if I should cry, vomit or scream I begin contemplating if this is how it all ends.
My wife emerges from around the corner to see her husband bright red and grimacing, trying to remove the toddler clutching onto my crown jewels as though they were literal crown jewels.
With a swift look of horror, she grasps our daughter and begins pulling her away.
My daughter holds on for dear life as I feel my soul draining from my body one crushed plum at a time.
ZIIIIPEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE she wails as I begin assessing if anything has been forcibly removed from my body.
I assess my surrounds, there are now roughly 25 strangers in stunned silence at what they’ve just witnessed.
I decide it’s for the best that we leave, and I detour to the toilets for a quick inspection of my manhood. It looks swollen (good) bruised (bad) and feels like it’s been smashed with a hammer (not fun).
As we speak, I’m currently scoping out new shorts online and contemplating wearing a protective cup for life.
-A bruised and battered D-1”
(Pictured below with the evilest looking testicle crusher you’ll ever encounter)
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