Thaïs caught me putting away some er… unmentionables… the other day. OK… OK… they were sanitary napkins.
“Whose are these?” she asked me.
“They’re mine,” I said.
She put out her hand. “Can I have one?”
Knowing full well that downright refusal would be a big mistake, I gave her one. She looked at it, turned it over and said, “But it’s… it’s like… a diaper! You’re using diapers!? Why? Because you’ll mess your pants?”
She had a good laugh after that. Correction… we all did!