So yesterday I had to run to the drugstore really quickly, to pick up a few office supplies.
Behind me in line stood a woman a few years older than me, and her son, who was somewhere around 11 or 12 years old.
“What’s that?” I heard him ask as I handed over my cash to the clerk, and looked up to see him pointing at a display of various KY products that had made their way into the “impulse buy” part of the check-out line.
Time seemed to stop in that moment as I saw his mother realize what he was pointing to, attempt to come up with a response that would satisfy his curiosity without having to have “The Talk” right there in the middle of Walgreens, and then stop, defeated.
She couldn’t do it.
And he kept asking questions.
And I felt for that woman, and what a difficult job she had as a parent, a job that can apparently just rise up and bite you on the ass when you’re innocently attempting to do nothing more than buy a gift card at the drug store.
AND I also thought, “YES! Having to explain the concept of “personal lubricants” to my offspring-let’s add that to the list of things I will never have to figure out how to do.”