The vagina monologues
Sammy almost broke into the bathroom as I was mid-menstrual cup insertion the other day. After the appropriate lecture on privacy (and finishing my business), I found myself answering a lot of period-related questions from the 8-year-old. As I am trying to be the Honest Nurse Mother and make all bodily functions as normalized as possible, this rapidly turned into a teaching moment.
Soon, the little brother was trying to come into the bathroom.
Sammy shrieks, DON’T COME IN WE ARE TALKING ABOUT GIRL STUFF!!
I stop her, and tell her that he can come in. That periods are normal and that boys can have questions too. This was news to Sam. She turns to me, eyes wide, and in the best whisper I have ever heard, she asks…
“Does *DAD* know?!?”
I try not to die, and answer in a matching whisper “Yesssss”
We proceeded to play with tampons on the floor of the bathroom.