Mim brought home a package from kindy. It was one of the those cellophane wrapped parcels that included books and bits and pieces aimed at parents and kids. I didn't pay much attention to it, having seen the title of the magazine was Your Family (or something like that). I was busy doing laundry when Mim started begging to be allowed to open the package.
"Sure" said I, thinking 'this will keep her out of my hair for a little while'.
Bad move!
Whilst doing dishes in the kitchen, I could hear her exclaiming "oh good, a book about dogs...... oh, look mummy, I've got a baking book now...."
It was when I was unloading the clothes dryer for the sixth time that she came running up to me holding out an object, "what is this, mummy?"
It was a tampon. An unwrapped tampon. The special carefree one with wings!
How do you explain that to a five year old? Especially when you are laughing so hard you are almost crying. Yet still she insisted, "what is it mummy? I need to know what it is?"
"It's a tampon, Mim, and something you won't need to worry about for the next 7 years at least"
That seemed to assauge her curiosity and off she went to look at other things. I grabbed the cellophane wrapping from the package - it clearly stated in big red letters Open Under Adult Supervison Only.
Oooppppsssss.
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