Puberty, the Announcement.
Feb. 10th, 2010 12:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
la_rainetteI have told Froglet about Impending Puberty, obviously. All of a sudden Husband is Very Pleased that he has only girls and doesn't have to give the birds and bees talk himself. I have neglected to point out to him that me being a girl never bothered my mum: whenever I asked a question she didn't want to answer ("How are babies made?"), she would grab my hand and drag me to see my dad.
YOUR DAUGHTER, she would tell him, JUST ASKED ME HOW BABIES ARE MADE!!!!!!
Don't worry, he would answer. If she's asking you, it's because she already knows the answer. She just wants to make sure you know the answer, too.
And people wonder why I was so close to my dad.
ANYWAYS. So I HAVE told Froglet about Puberty, but since then she's had a CLASS about it and thus has been Properly Enlightened.
She has also been given her first sanitary towel. In a pretty plastic bag.
She stormed in after class and threw her thin self onto a chair, and then adopted her moodiest pout and just sat there, looking dejected and suitably fed up with life.
What's up, I asked.
I had a DISGUSTING class, she said. Just DISGUSTING.
And then she showed me the sanitary towel and said: Do you really mean that FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE I will have to wear DIAPERS once a month?
Me: You used to be a baby. You wore them all the time.
Froglet: *rolls eyes* and your point is?
Me: ... Do I have to have a point?
Froglet *sighs ostensibly*
Me: So, what did they give the boys, then?
Froglet *perks up considerably*: OH MAN, that was SO FUNNY! You should have seen their faces!
Me *fights off sudden condom thoughts*: ... surely not...
Froglet: DEODORANT! HAH!
Me: Oh. Right.
To Be Continued. Alas.
YOUR DAUGHTER, she would tell him, JUST ASKED ME HOW BABIES ARE MADE!!!!!!
Don't worry, he would answer. If she's asking you, it's because she already knows the answer. She just wants to make sure you know the answer, too.
And people wonder why I was so close to my dad.
ANYWAYS. So I HAVE told Froglet about Puberty, but since then she's had a CLASS about it and thus has been Properly Enlightened.
She has also been given her first sanitary towel. In a pretty plastic bag.
She stormed in after class and threw her thin self onto a chair, and then adopted her moodiest pout and just sat there, looking dejected and suitably fed up with life.
What's up, I asked.
I had a DISGUSTING class, she said. Just DISGUSTING.
And then she showed me the sanitary towel and said: Do you really mean that FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE I will have to wear DIAPERS once a month?
Me: You used to be a baby. You wore them all the time.
Froglet: *rolls eyes* and your point is?
Me: ... Do I have to have a point?
Froglet *sighs ostensibly*
Me: So, what did they give the boys, then?
Froglet *perks up considerably*: OH MAN, that was SO FUNNY! You should have seen their faces!
Me *fights off sudden condom thoughts*: ... surely not...
Froglet: DEODORANT! HAH!
Me: Oh. Right.
To Be Continued. Alas.
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Date: 2010-02-11 05:55 pm (UTC)I'd like it even more if I could be entirely isolated for the two days BEFORE my period unexpectedly jumps me (yeah, somehow it always manages to take me by surprise), if just to avoid the whole HELLO DRAGON LADY trauma that goes with Intense PMS.