"The Tampon Show"

When you're in Scott's truck, you have two listening options: talk radio, or "Pooh's Top 40." Really, who knew Winnie-the-Pooh even HAD a "top 40"? As much as I hate talk radio, after listening to "Big Rock Candy Mountain" 50 times in a row, I gladly welcome it.

Scott always assumes the girls aren't paying attention to what he's listening to, but as parents, we know that's untrue. They hear everything. Case-in-point: Scott was listening to a lively debate regarding the corporate sponsorship of high-school football stadiums. A caller was arguing that by allowing corporate sponsorship, we're opening the door to naming issues. His point was that we could have high-schools with stadiums named such things as, "Trojan Stadium," or "Tampax Stadium." A far-fetched idea, but I suppose I see his point. Anyways, Jenna pipes up from the backseat, "Mommy uses tampons! Tampons are for mommy!" That's my girl--3 years old and already well-versed in period protection. I'm sure Scott nearly drove off the road with that one, but since the girls are still alive and well, he must have regained control.

About a week later, on the way home from the babysitter's, Jenna said, "Mommy, Daddy doesn't listen to this. Daddy listens to 'The Tampon Show'."

The joy of having kids.