While shopping for tampons tonight at Target, my son said (yelled) this.
“Mommy, you buying snacks?”
Me: “No, these aren’t snacks.”
“Mommy, what are those?”
Me: “Special stuff for ladies”
“Oh, those are for your bagina. RIGHT MOMMY? THOSE ARE THOSE THINGS YOU BUY FOR YOU BAGINA? RIGHT MOMMY? It’s Mommy’s medicine for her bagina. Hey lady! (Griffith grabs hold of a strange woman’s shirt) My Mommy is buying weird medicine for her bagina because she’s very sick. Okay, lets go Mommy. Take care of you bagina.”
Now all of Target thinks I have herpes. Thanks, Griffith.