Saturday, September 4, 2010

Monthly horror

Yesterday afternoon at the mall, Auntie Jen started pulling things out of her purse to entertain Lyla. Suddenly in my daughter's hand there appeared a tampon.

Can we all agree that when the years pass and the issue of the household is, you know, menstruation, that I will have nothing to do with it? This is the script I'd like Julie to follow:

"Lyla, when your 'friend' comes each month, the most important thing to remember, the MOST important thing, is to keep it all a secret from your father. No no, honey, it's nothing to be ashamed of. Your father is extremely allergic to certain topics. He sweats and breaks out in hives; it's not a pretty sight."

On a subject that is thankfully more present-day, Lyla is clearly having fun with Grandma, Grandpa, and Uncle Scott.



It looks like she misses us a lot.

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