To continue with theme "I'm the Mom of an almost tween" for a moment ~ We're all friends here, so I feel fine telling you all I'm having my "lady days", as I like to call them. Abby noticed some of my "supplies" on the counter waiting to be moved into my purse. She picked one up.....
Abby: What is this?
Me: Well I think we can talk about that when you're a bit older.
Abby: But I want to know now.
I looked at her and thought for a moment while her father died a slow death on the other side of the kitchen. I looked at her and remembered that she's dang near being labeled an official tween (Gawd I hate that word). And her very own lady days are (potentially) not that far in the future. - Oh my Gawd! I think I may be hyperventilating. Ack! - So I explained to her, in an age appropriate manner what the lady days were because I wanted her to know that it wasn't a big deal for her and I to discuss this kind of stuff. I explained to her that she was to keep the conversation between her and I because it was up to other Moms and Dads to have those talks with their kids. Emphasis on the - it's not your job to spread the word on this one - part.
So we talked for a little while and when we were done I asked if she had any questions.
Abby: I do have one question.
In my head I'm fah-reaking out because, surely this must be it. She is totally going to ask me how the baby gets into the Mommy's tummy in the first place and now I'm in way over my head and why can't I just hit the rewind button and make her 5 again for the love of Pete.
But outwardly I'm calm and I smile a little smile, not unlike the one Carole Brady smiled at her kids and said.... Sure you can. What is it?
Abby: What's seven plus two?