We were at the kitchen table after school, she doing homework and I loitering.
Girl: By the way, I got my period today.
Me looking up startled: What?
Girl: I got my period today.
Me, knowing she had no pads or anything with her: What did you do?
Girl: I put toilet paper in my pants.
Me thinking of the huge mess I'd have to deal with on wash day: Did you have an accident? Did you have money for a pad at school? Have you put on a pad since you've been home?
Girl: They don't have a machine at school, but you can go to the office and ask the principal.
Me wondering why a school that only has grades 6, 7, & 8 would not have a machine: Did you not go to the office?
Girl: Eeeew! I'm not going into the office to ask for a pad.
Me knowing that the principal, vice-principal and secretary are all women: Well, why not? It would save you from an unfortunate accident
Girl: No. Just no. So, I'll need some pads.
Me sensing, somehow, this has all gone wrong: Ok. Well. Go sort yourself out, clean underwear if you need them and tonight we'll go buy some stuff.
So that was it. My little girl is growing up. And I think we're in for a bumpy ride.
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