Like most mothers, I can't even find privacy in the bathroom. This has had the unfortunate result of Miss J knowing, and asking, all about the end result of a menstrual cycle. I had to explain in 3.5-year-old terms to try and calm her worries.
Well, I had to go stock up on supplies at the store. If you thought getting feminine hygiene products was embarrassing enough as a teenager when the cashier was some boy from school, try doing it with chatty little girls who know way more than they should.
I was rushing down the aisle with "the package". The whole time Miss J was trotting behind saying (quite loudly, I might add) "You got bloods, Mommy? These make your bum feel better? Your bum hurt? Alright, these make your bum feel better."
We could not get out of there fast enough.