What's this Mommy?

A couple of evenings ago we all happened to be in the kitchen together, except for little T, when he came running in pumping a small white object he had in his fist with his thumb as if it were a mechanical pencil or weapon of some kind. He was waiving it in the air curiously asking "What's this Mommy?"


At first I couldn't see what was in his hand, but upon closer inspection I realized it was a Tampax applicator. I nearly crumpled with laughter, as did R and our two teenagers. (who also had suspiciously red cheeks).

I regained my composure and as I lead him out of the kitchen and into the bathroom, where he had obviously just found this little gem, I told him 'it is a tampon sweetie'. With an acute breath of realization, he muttered a musical "Oooh".

Surprised by his quick understanding, and upon further speculation, this experience has taught me two things;

1-Little boys have a certain gene within them that surfaces at birth. It enables them to seek out and spot any and all un-suspecting objects, no matter their where-abouts, and turn them into little toy weapon's of mass destruction.


2-If you are a Mother, apparently you sign some sort of waiver upon child-birth, waiving your claim to all rights, privileges and blessings associated to and with the law of privacy.
(I think they slip it in with the paper work at the hospital)