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Jan. 25th, 2009 04:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rivkaIn the grocery store today, we had one of those really classic parenting moments.
Alex pointed to a package of Always Maximum Protection Super Giant-Sized sanitary pads Michael had just put on the checkstand and asked, in her clear, piercing three-year-old voice, "What are those?"
"Those are Mama's," Michael said.
So she turned to me. "Mama, what are those?"
"Those are pads for me to use after the baby is born," I told her.
"What are they for, for after the baby is born?" she persisted. I could see ears perking up all along the checkout line.
Fortunately, Really Classic Parenting Moments have ready-made Really Classic Parenting Answers.
"I'll tell you when we're in the car," I said. And all along the checkout line, disappointed heads turned away.
Alex pointed to a package of Always Maximum Protection Super Giant-Sized sanitary pads Michael had just put on the checkstand and asked, in her clear, piercing three-year-old voice, "What are those?"
"Those are Mama's," Michael said.
So she turned to me. "Mama, what are those?"
"Those are pads for me to use after the baby is born," I told her.
"What are they for, for after the baby is born?" she persisted. I could see ears perking up all along the checkout line.
Fortunately, Really Classic Parenting Moments have ready-made Really Classic Parenting Answers.
"I'll tell you when we're in the car," I said. And all along the checkout line, disappointed heads turned away.
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Date: 2009-01-26 04:58 pm (UTC)And not just for the hilariously cheerful sperm in top hats on the endpapers.