What do you need that for?

I was going to write about the kids losing their night lights but that was rather eclipsed by the recent conversation we had.

I had just been talking to a friend about puberty and how unprepared I am for it, when my daughter cornered me on the way home…

Somehow my son had claimed the front seat in the car, and I couldn’t kick up a fuss when my daughter, pleased, said we can have some girl time!

Five minutes down the road she found a tampon in my bag that she’d been rummaging through. Mum, what’s this?

My life passed before my eyes briefly,  but as there was no escape I plunged in. I noticed my husband turned down the radio as he tuned into the back seat. 

It is a bit of a haze but I remember where does it go (not your belly button), how long does it happen (a looong time), will you have more children (you bring so much joy already, how could there be room for more)…

At one point, my husband went to add to the conversation but he was closed down rapidly. “Girls talk Dad”.

I was relieved to move off the topic – until she decided to give me a phonics lesson. After the tenth go at trying to pronounce an ‘a’ as opposed to an ‘e’ or was it an ‘i’, I was ready for more birds and bees.