I called Brock out the other day for telling tall tales to Thing 1. Remember this post?
Well, give me a name tag that says "Hi! My name is Giant Flaming Pile of Hypocrite" because yesterday Thing 1 pointed to my pink tampon box on the back of the toilet and said, "What is that?"
I sighed and thought Ooooo, I'm not ready, and before I could formulate an age appropriate answer he asked, "Is that girl vitamins?"
And I said solemnly, "Yes honey, those are girl vitamins."
Then he said, "I want a vitamin!"
Using the flawless distraction method of parenting, I threw the box under the sink and said, "Sorry, they are only for girls. Let's go play with your diggers!"
Am I a bad parent for lying? Or am I avoiding confusing and possibly traumatising my precious young child? Whatever. I guess you can now officially call me a story teller. I am just not ready to explain the workings of tampons to my three year old.
What have you told your children to avoid a long and painful explanation?
On another note: I promised "fashion" and here are some of last week's special treats:
(And my friend would probably say "Oooo, I'm not ready".)
|No, I'm not gassy. Those of you who have the great privilege of speaking with me in person know that this is a fairly normal facial expression for me. I don't know what I am pointing at..... maybe the stylin' hair band on my wrist?|
I found the shirt (on sale, of course) at my favorite Old Town Ft. Collins store, Kansas City Kitty.
When I remove the frumpy sweater, it makes me feel like an 80's rocker....
complete with air guitar.
Nothing says "ROCK ON!" like ceramic horse plates and an exercise block.
Have a wonderful Memorial Day Weekend!