Eavesdropping on Myself

This conversation was actually parlayed to me via my cousin.  It was a great discussion with her 10 year old son.   She is a hard worker and actually has three jobs.  One of the jobs is cleaning places occasionally.  Her son was helping her as she cleaned a bathroom.

Cousin:  ”Oh, wait.  There is one more trash can I need to get.  It is for the feminine products.”
Son:  ”Like pads.”
Cousin:  ”Yeah, pads and tampons.”
Son:  ”What are tampons?”
Cousin:  ”Well, kind of the same thing but you insert them.”
Son:  ”Up there?”
Cousin:  ”Yeah.”
Son:  ”Won’t that make them pregnant?”
Cousin:  ”No. Not that.”
Son:  ”Well, where do they stick them?  Not up their butt?”
Cousin:  ”No, honey, not the butt.  We’ll discuss this later.”

OMG!!  We were both laughing so hard.  It reminds me of the time my sister drove all the way to OK where I was living on the Indian Reservation.  She showed up, dropped off my nephew while her and my niece ran to the store.
Sister:  ”Nephew has some questions for you.”
Me:  ”Umm.  Ok.”  (I so should’ve known something was up.) “What’s up little man?”
Nephew:  ”Mom said you would explain wet dreams to me.”
Me:  (I know that b*tch is laughing manically as she speeds away.)

I’m actually grateful that I got all the hard questions with my niece and nephew.  It really helped bond us together.  I just wish my sister would’ve given me more notice so I could plan.  I think she enjoyed dropping the big ones on me as often as she could.  We have the same sick sense of humor.  I laughed just as hard as she did when we reminisced later.  Good times.

No related posts.