A Tale of Tails and Tailing

When I was a young boy, about four years old, I was quite the precocious little bugger and a budding ladies man to boot. My mom had a couple of friends with daughters my age. Occasionally one of them would come over with their daughter, and I had a playmate for the afternoon. It's funny, but the only game I remember playing was I'll show you my tail if you show me yours. Lack of vocabulary was the reason I called my thing a tail. Lack of experience was the reason I thought girls had some kind of tail too. But I learned fast. The strange thing was, even after learning, it was still fun to play. One time, one of the girls showed me how she could stand and pee like a boy from her non-tail. Boy was I impressed! In any event, somehow, all of our moms found out about our secret game. After that, whenever I played with one of the girls, my older brother was tasked with keeping an eye on us and letting our moms know if we played the tail game. That's why they now call what my brother did tailing. It's also the start of the modern surveillance state.