Yesterday I was giving my ex-husband, Eric, a ride to pick up his truck from the repair shop. Anna was in the back seat, rooting around in my purse, looking for candy or pens or lipgloss or anything else she might confiscate and call her own.
She got into the zippered side pocket and pulled something out. "Hey, what the heck is this?" she asked loudly, holding up a small blue-wrapped packet. Before I could say anything, she yelled out "Oh! I know! It's one of those LADY DIAPER thingies!!"
Hey, I guess I should be glad it was just my ex-husband in the car, and not a first date or something.