I should preface this entry by acknowledging that we run a very open household. Kristie wants her kids to talk openly with her about anything. Usually, I agree with this - though I come from a home where this was not necessarily the case (though my mom was my best friend, there were just some things I was never going to broach with her or Dad for that matter).
I was indoctrinated into this open household when Kristie and I were still dating and some of her babysitters - who were well into high school - were over playing games.
They began to talk - right in front of me - about their periods and tampons - heavy flows and running out of tampons and on and on and on.
I could only cringe and shake my head. This subject was never ever broached in my house hold.
The girls just chuckled at my squeamishness and kept right on talking away.
I said that I was glad to be a guy and not have to deal with that - and it wasn't just the physical pain and uncomfortableness as it would be all the hassle of the paraphernalia you'd have to lug around. I mean in high school the guys had a steady supply of deodorant and God awful Brut cologne - just in case it was a rough gym class. You had to be prepared. I stated that if I were a girl, I'd just hide a tampon under each of my desks at school and one under the drinking fountain and one behind the pop machine.
They all laughed, but it sounded reasonable to me.
So I found it no surprise when I got a text today from KoKo asking me to pick up some famine products for her at the store.
Unfortunately, I was just pulling up to our house.
I got home from Hugo's to find our little KoKo seated in front of the computer logged on to Facebook.
Normally, this is not so bad. But today she was supposed to clean her train wreck of a room. She was given explicit instructions NOT to go on the computer.
"Hey, clean your room," I said with arms full of grocery bags.
"I will. I will. I will," she said.
"Well, you're going to have to do it later because I need you to put these groceries away while I run to daycare and pick up Kenzers."
She agree and reminded me to pick her up some Maxipads.
"Fine. I'll run over to Brent's."
"You can just tell them they're for me if anyone asks," she said.
"Well, I should hope so!" I laughed. "I doubt if anyone will ask. And who cares anyway? I'll grab Kenzers and then pick them up."
However, on my way to daycare, I called Kristie to let her in on KoKo's lack of progress on cleaning her room.
"Well, tell her to get to work," Kristie said.
"I will. Right now, though, I have to pick Kenzie up and then run to the store to pick up pads for KoKo."
"She doesn't need them," Kristie said.
Man that's cold, I thought, she must really be mad at KoKo. Well, it's not how I'd punish her, but if she wants to teach her a lesson. I guess . . .
"She needs them," I said.
"Well, she can do without them. You're not running all the way back to TR for those," she said.
"What? I'll just get them at Brent's?"
"What? KoKo can live without knee pads," Kristie said, obviously thinking that KoKo couldn't find her knee pads for volleyball practice later in the afternoon.
"No, no no. Not knee pads. Pad pads . . . for her period."
Kristie could only laugh hysterically at the other end.
"I thought you were mad at her and trying to punish her for not cleaning her room. I thought you were really going to teach her a lesson!"
More laughter on the other end before Kristie had to get off the line.
I guess the open household is only open when you both know what the other is talking about!
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