Showing posts with label peeing pants when running. Show all posts
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Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Those Aren't Diapers

"Mooommm?"

My seven year old son called from the stairs.

"Why do we have diapers?"

I thought for a second.

"Uh, those aren't diapers, buddy."

"What are they?!" he asked.

"Those are for grown-up mommies."  I answered.

"Oh GROSS!" was his response, "those are for VAGINAS!"

How the H-E double hockey sticks does he know that?!

Yes, they are pantyliners.  For when mama pees her pants everytime she goes for runs,

I wanted to shout back at him.

Thanks to the whole lot of you young 'uns re-arranging my insides for three and a half years!

Sheesh!