It's Sunday morning. Sabrina and I have just whipped through Target, and now we're on a crowded checkout line. She's sitting in the shopping cart holding my big, brown slouchy purse; I've let her rummage through it to pass the time and prevent her from eyeballing the candy for sale.
"MOMMY, what is this?!"
She's holding up a tampon, holding it up high as if she is the Statue of Liberty raising her torch.
"It's for mommies," I mutter, and make a grab for it. Only she moves it out of my reach. I had no idea she could move that fast.
"MOMMY, what's it for?"
I manage to grab the thing and shove it back into my purse. Only now Sabrina is having an epiphany.
"OHHHHHHHHHH, MOMMY, I see you in the bathroom using that!"
I look down and try hard not to make eye contact with anyone standing nearby. Then I start giggling.
"MOMMMY, what's so funny?"
It takes forever to get to the checkout line.
Photo by StaceyRebecca
