I thought I was going to go through the whole day with nothing to blog about. My second day back at the reigns and I thought I'd ran dry. Just when I was ready to doubt that I had a creative outlet I sent Luke outside to fetch the mail.
He returned with a bill and package. He designated the package for me by the purple box and white flowers, and then excitedly ordered me to open my present.
What I opened turned out to be a sample pack of overnight Kotex pads. Oh my. Luke was still excited and confused. "What are those, mommy? Can we open them? Are they for me? Can I have those? Who got those for you?" Without getting over my head (or his) I explained that Target sent them (I love Target), that they were for mommies, and that no, he couldn't have them. What ensued was a twenty minute discussion of "why mom" that I thought wouldn't start until Luke was at least four. His curiosity getting the best of him, I compromised my end of the bargain, which was hiding the blushing mailbox samples deep in some closet that only women can get to, and I let him carry the box around for awhile, because hey, it's a present, right?
I suppose all of my gushing over my favorite products got me on a few mailing lists. Hey, I'm not complaining, I just know my boy, and I don't want him ending up like this. (To which, upon inspection, Luke proclaimed, "Oh no, he has bandaids all over him. Look at his ouies!")