A childhood belief about rude bits

When I was younger, I had no idea what the difference between boys and girls was (and I mean the REAL difference). When I was about 5 or 6 years old, I went to my cousin's house, and one of my cousins, A.J., who is a boy, was a baby at the time, and my aunt went to change his diaper. I stared at it thinking "What the heck is that thing?"

Then later, I went to my other cousin's house, he was about 3 or 4, and he went to go to the bathroom and for some reason he had this insecurity and always wanted someone in the room with him. Since I was the only one in the room, I went in and -- stupidly -- watched. First of all I didn't know why he'd put the seat up and I told him he'd probably fall in, and he didn't get a word I was saying and just went along and peed right there. When I saw that I never looked at a guy the same again.