First, a warning. If you are not a woman, you should probably not read this post because it very well may just gross you out, make you sigh with disgust, and wonder who in the hell allowed me to publish things on the internet.
That said, I have a little situation. During "that time of the month", I depend on various forms of "feminine products". You also need to know that I never, never, NEVER get to go to the bathroom alone. I mean, I try to sneak away when the kids are occupied, but they have some sort of bizarre radar for MOM IS GOING PEE...LET'S GO GET HER!!! I have mentioned before that my bathroom visits always turn into a full-on production - the blow dryer comes out, the toy animals get in the tub, the toilet paper gets unrolled, snacks are brought in, and sometimes, when I'm lucky, there are even balloons. Really.
But anyway, I have been busted several times lately while changing my "feminine products". Now before you get concerned, they didn't see anything gruesome, just me unwrapping and sticking on a new "feminine product". Of course G and L asked REPEATEDLY what it was. I was understandably flustered, so I just told them it was a "big-girl band-aid".
They seemed fairly satisfied with that answer, so I figured I had escaped further explanation. But last night, G came to me with a folded up washrag stuck inside the front of his Spiderman briefs...a "big-boy band-aid," he informed me. I told him to "Get that out of there right now!", to which he responded in major whine mode, "But you need those band-aids in your pants. I need one toooooooo!"
So before he goes to school, or church, or Grandma's house, and decides to tell the world about the "big-girl band-aids in mommy's pants", what the heck do I do here? Just leave it alone? Call it another name? Help, blog-friends! (And telling me to lock the bathroom door will not help...the damage has already been done.)
That said, I have a little situation. During "that time of the month", I depend on various forms of "feminine products". You also need to know that I never, never, NEVER get to go to the bathroom alone. I mean, I try to sneak away when the kids are occupied, but they have some sort of bizarre radar for MOM IS GOING PEE...LET'S GO GET HER!!! I have mentioned before that my bathroom visits always turn into a full-on production - the blow dryer comes out, the toy animals get in the tub, the toilet paper gets unrolled, snacks are brought in, and sometimes, when I'm lucky, there are even balloons. Really.
But anyway, I have been busted several times lately while changing my "feminine products". Now before you get concerned, they didn't see anything gruesome, just me unwrapping and sticking on a new "feminine product". Of course G and L asked REPEATEDLY what it was. I was understandably flustered, so I just told them it was a "big-girl band-aid".
They seemed fairly satisfied with that answer, so I figured I had escaped further explanation. But last night, G came to me with a folded up washrag stuck inside the front of his Spiderman briefs...a "big-boy band-aid," he informed me. I told him to "Get that out of there right now!", to which he responded in major whine mode, "But you need those band-aids in your pants. I need one toooooooo!"
So before he goes to school, or church, or Grandma's house, and decides to tell the world about the "big-girl band-aids in mommy's pants", what the heck do I do here? Just leave it alone? Call it another name? Help, blog-friends! (And telling me to lock the bathroom door will not help...the damage has already been done.)
13 Comments:
I have no idea what to do, but when you find out, let me know!
Well Stace...here's the thing...It's probably time to have a talk about boys and girls (again) and explain that only grown up girls need to use the items mentioned. My kids also always followed me in and sometimes saw me needing to use a product. That's when we had a talk about "sometimes mommy's and grown up girls use things that others don't. It's just the way it is." Nothing graphic but then we had to talk about the fact that my son would never grow up to be a mommy but he would grow up to use special things when he is bigger...and we told him about the "cup" for sports. We showed him one and told him that when he was a bit bigger he would get to use one of those and girls do not get to. It worked pretty well and the subject was pretty much settled for the time being. :)
Jean 1
Why don't you just tell him that it is part of your underwear? "It isn't really a band aid honey...I was just joking. Mommy was just putting on her underwear."
If you really are desperate, do what my parents used to do...ask him what the heck he's talking about...THAT never happened...are you sure you weren't dreaming?
Good luck! At the very least it will give you something else to post about!! %
Sounds like Jean 1 or Jean 2 has some great ideas. Maybe he won't be so excited about "grown-up band-aids" if he knows they're strictly for girls. Maybe your husband could talk to him, too.
HA HA. Wait until they ask why you have a rope sticking out of your butt! J asked that one. I played dumb of course...B likes to use my fem. items as band aids for H's american girl doll and his ride along horse, or course that one was stuck to the horse's arse! When you figure out the answer let me know. I think this is for big girls and big boys do not need them. May be the way to go, but I do agree w/ Donna you are the early childhood educator here. Good luck sweetie.
Erica
Ha ha ha ha, there is nothing to do but laugh in this situation! Seriously, just let him know that big-girl band-aids are only for big girls, not for boys. And, there is NO WAY he is not going to mention this to anyone, but rest assured, I think most adults know about Aunt Flo by now. Damn, still laughing!
Oh, I just think this is hilarious! I wouldn't worry too much about it, and I wouldn't say anything to him about it, either. The bigger fuss you make about it, the more it will interest him. If you ignore it, he'll forget all about it.
It's funny, my kids have seen the same thing and they started calling it "mommy's band aid" without any prompting from me.
If you figure it out let me know, lol. My stepdaughter is 8 years old and I know the time is creeping up on us when I will have a lot more explaining to do. I guess I'm lucky that they do not come into the bathroom with me, but then they are older than yours. By the way, thanks for the comment on blog you were the first since I started blogging again. I am feeling much better and hope you are too.
OMG...I can't even imagine.
Oh my God, Oh my GOD! That is HYSTERICAL!!!
Just as my son once showed interest in makeup, you will have to nip it in the bud and explain that it's just for mommies.
And on that day, when it finally does arrive, and we have the bathroom to ourselves...I wonder if we will be lonely?
Naaaaah.
;o)
Say it with me....
"I will not be defeated by the 4 year old, I will not be defeated my the 4 year old"!
Silly Girl totally saw me...um...switching my feminie products out one day. And I'm talking about tampons here. And I totally blogged about it. I thought maybe it would teach her to not come to the bathroom with me but, not so much.
My first two used to come into my bathroom all the time with me and saw all of that. It was a great lesson in sex ed. I told them everything. Which might have been too much at 3 and 4.
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