There, that title should assure me an all-female audience today.
A funny thing happened the other day. One of those things that's slightly awkward, but oh-so-funny, and only would happen in a house with a toddler.
We traveled last weekend, and since I didn't yet know that Jellybean was on the way, I packed my trusty industrial-sized maxi-pads. Since I didn't need them, they came home in our suitcase. I haven't unpacked yet (because that's the kind of housewife I am) and the suitcase has been sitting opened on our bedroom floor.
Wednesday night, on the way to brush her teeth in our bathroom, Wendy spied a pretty purple package. She went over to our suitcase, picked up one of the still-wrapped maxi-pads, and said, "Pillow!"
Then she promptly put it on the floor, laid her little head on it, and said, "Night-night!"
Someday I'll tell that story to her fiance just to make her blush.