so we are obsessed with periods in our house.
and say what you will, but i think that's perfectly fine (i've had some people argue with me on this one---but it's a fact of life! it's normal! it's natural! get over it). we have this old copy of this book called PERIOD that i kind of love (books like this are the main reason why i'm obsessed with library book sales). and randomly gray will just whip it off the bookshelf and lay in my bed and read it. we laugh at the cheesy drawings and the random factiods, and the tampon drawings. it's pretty awesome. even joey knows about periods--- and if you ask him about it, he will say "when i grow up i'm going to be really nice to anyone who has their period". might as well teach them young, i say.
so...!
so the other night, it was late (you know, late for us gilberts, say like 6:30p) and i was putting the kids to bed. i was saying goodnight to lulu and gray came and was all:
"come on, tell me the story about periods again"
and i'm all---
"i'm sooooooooo tired gray. seriously, just go to bed, reread the book again tomorrow, and you can ask me any questions you want and i'll answer them".
and she literally says:
"COME ON! that book is filled with pictures of kids hanging on monkey bars and pictures of the inside of vaginas, and i want to know about PERIODS!"
i almost died.
love.that.girl. she's so right, too. here's photographic evidence:
the monkey bar comment. seriously. it just kills me.
