Thanksgiving had come and gone. We'd broken bread with family, put our pumpkins away and taken out our tree. We even got some refreshing rain and it seemed that a new season was washing over us.
We managed to brave the Black Friday crowds with three (yes, three!) children in tow, and I spent Friday afternoon putting away our loot and making the house as tidy as could be. And then I saw it...
Yes, that's a tampon.
And then another.
Unused tampons and applicators in the oddest places and not even the brand I use.
Now as any woman would upon finding women's items that clearly don't belong to her, I initially pulled out my mental samurai sword in preparation that my husband clearly needed to die. Rest in pieces, Chris!
But without an explanation for this madness I continued to clean and then I heard the hysterical laughter of my sons.
You know that "we're breaking/destroying/get-on-punishment-forever" laugh? Yep, that's the one.
I found them shooting tampons - a la "Nerf" darts - at each other.
When I politely asked Mino and Nelly where they got their colorful toys, they produced this bag with what's left of my sister's tampons.
So three things here:
1: Good thing she was done with these and is on her way back to Nevada where, hopefully, she has more!
2: I clearly jump to strange (and gross?) conclusions - fine, I can deal! I have a vivid imagination.
3: Kotex, what the hell are you thinking making skittle colored tampons? I must live under a rock because my stuff isn't nearly this expressive.
So when I explained to the small people that they can't shoot these colorful mini darts at each other, Mino only had one question - "what are they then?"
CRAP! Say something, QUICK!
"Not for you."
And I dashed out of there like there was no tomorrow.
Judge me not!