Last night after a particularly difficult evening of shopping with two exhausted and grumpy children, I was sitting on the couch trying to decompress a bit when Eli walked into the family room carrying an economy size box of tampons...cause I'm all about economic responsibility and good stewardship.
Before I could question his intentions, he looked and me and "Mom, this is one of those things that you packed in my backpack today."
It took me all of two seconds to remember that over the weekend I had slipped a lovely, little feminine product into Eli's shoe so that I could easily carry it to the car because my hands were full at the time, and I certainly didn't want to drop that little ditty in the parking lot.
The problem was that Eli didn't wear the shoes, and I forgot all about the hygiene product being in there. When Monday morning rolled around, I dressed Eli for camp in swimming trucks and flip-flops and packed a change of clothes along with those tennis shoes for him to change into...oops!
I felt terrible and asked him if he was embarrassed. Worry not...he was not phased a bit. In fact, he said, "No. Austin said it was probably one of those things girls use on their boobs or something."
At least they had the right gender...right? Haha! I guess maybe we should revisit the birds and bees conversation. Poor kid!