The Tampon
"What is this, mommy?"
"Um, well . . ." (thinking . . . thinking . . . um . . . yes, four is too young, it'll just freak her out)
"Is it candy?"
"No."
"What is it?"
"Well it's like a bandaid."
"How do you (pressing it to her arm) put it?"
"Hum, well . . . oh look jelly beans!"
"Um, well . . ." (thinking . . . thinking . . . um . . . yes, four is too young, it'll just freak her out)
"Is it candy?"
"No."
"What is it?"
"Well it's like a bandaid."
"How do you (pressing it to her arm) put it?"
"Hum, well . . . oh look jelly beans!"
posted by fMhLisa @ 5:07 PM
2 Comments:
At 7:27 PM,
Suzie Petunia said…
Ah! The parental art of distraction! It is the ultimate secret weapon! Seriously though - it works in _any_ situation.
Waverly (6) has never asked about tampons, even though she knows exactly where babies come from. Personally, I think she knows all about tampons and such, and that is why she never asks.
At 3:34 PM,
Heather O. said…
Jacob asked me when he wandered into the bathroom during that time of the month, "Mom, you got a owee?"
Me, holding a tampon: "Um, yeah."
Jacob: "Is that your bandaid?"
Me:"Um, yeah, it's my bandaid."
That's what he calls tampons now--Mommy's special bandaids. I'm just not clever enough to come up with anything else.
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