The Talk. Part Deux.

A couple weeks ago, after Number 4 asked me what exactly sex was, she and I had the talk.

That took place on the way to Costco and in the Costco parking lot.

Once we walked through the entrance she said to me, “We should probably stop talking about his now that we are inside.”

So we took a break. The minute we walked out of the building and stepped foot back into the parking lot she said to me, “Okay, so I understand sex. But what is your period?”

Sheeeesh.

We had already discussed the whole egg and fertilization thing, so I explained to her that if the egg doesn’t get fertilized once it makes it to your uterus, everything in there gets flushed out each month, and the stuff that comes out is called your period.

“Ew,” she said.

I told her it was no big deal. No different than a cut that bleeds. Except it bleeds for a few days.

“Mom, I saw how to put a tampon in in that American Girl Book. Do I have to use one of those? I think I want to use a pad instead.”

I told her how pads were kind of messy and gross and like wearing a diaper and how I preferred to ram a tam over a pad any day.

“Does it hurt?” she asked.

I told her how you can’t even feel it (until you are 46, have given birth multiple times, and then that mothereffer just doesn’t want to stay put, even if it’s the size of a roll of Bounty with a tug of war rope attached to it).

Then I told her that you can’t wear a pad to swim practice.

To which she responded, “Mom! I don’t want to miss swimming! We better start practicing using a tampon now so when I get my period I don’t miss practice!”

That’s my girl. Unflappable. So awesome. Period.

 

 

 

 

 

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