Talia rolled her eyes. “Of course it’s another boy. So many penises in this house.” “I don’t have a penis,” Chauncey said. “It’s more like a cloaca.” “What’s that?” Phee asked. “Oh! It’s this thing where—” “I don’t know that we need to talk about our genitals at the table where we eat,” Linus said. “I don’t mind,” Chauncey said. “I like my body. It’s squishy.”
