"What are these for Daddy?" my four year old, B, asked me waving a box of tampons that my wife had left in the bathroom (thanks Darling).
"They're...err...like plasters," I replied, "for stopping bleeding." B looked at them suspiciously.
"They don't look like my plasters," he said accusingly, "there's no Winnie Pooh." I continued shaving to give myself a moment to think.
"Well, they're special Mommy plasters," I offered hopefully. B considered this like a crown court judge. I half expected him to say "don't bullshit me Daddy" but he is not quite that advanced. Instead he employed simple logic:
"I've never seen Mommy stick these on anywhere".
"Well...(nothing else for it)...do you remember where your baby brother came from? Those plasters stop bleeding there." (Please, please, please, don't ask me to explain menstruation, Son).
"Oh," was all he said losing interest. The he smiled at me, "Can I put some shaving soap on so I look like Santa Claus too?" (Phew)
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