Keegan was in the bathroom. I walked in and quickly grabbed a few tampons out of the cupboard.
Keegan: “Mom, what are those for?”
Me: “You don’t need to know.”
Keegan: “Flossing?”
(loooooong pause)
Me: “Yep. Flossing.”
I walked out of the bathroom and could not stop laughing. And then I thought about my Four Sea Stars friend Lizbeth, who recently wrote a blog post called “She put what, where?” (Read it. Trust me.)
And then I thought about my next dentist appointment. When the hygienist asks, “and do you floss regularly?”…I might just have to answer, “Every month. For 4 days straight.”
glass half full 
When Nate was about 4 or 5, I came downstairs with a handful of tampons. They were wrapped in a glossy yellow wrapper. He looked at my hand, stuck out his and said, “I want candy.”
Ghahahahahaaaaa *gasp* Ghahahahahaaaaa
I love it!
Si found a box of pantiliners last summer, and came into the living room buck naked, with “big band-aid” applied to his knees, elbows, and stomach. After we stopped laughing, the next decision was whether to correct him. We went with not . . . and he still tells me he has an owie every time he sees a feminine hygiene product.
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