Saturday Smiles – Dads and Daughters

 

Daughter needs feminine hygiene products. Text to Dad :

I’m in Tescos, where are they? 

They’re by all the deodorants and shampoos.

Ok, found them. Which ones do you want?

Always.

Always what??

No, they’re called Always.

Oh seen. What in the fuck!! £3.50??? Now what there’s hundreds of them.

Calm down. Hundreds of them?

This woman’s looking at me weird, hurry up.

I need the nighttime ones. Should be purple packaging. Scented and with wings please.

Wtf are wings? How will I know if they are scented, will I have to smell them?

LOL. It will say so on the packet, chill out.

Ok cause smelling them would have been weird, wouldn’t it. Do you need any creams?

Will I have to smell them?

Yes. It’s a scratch and sniff box, duh.

Do you need any creams?

What in the fuck? Why would I need creams?

Because I thought you ladies needed creams for after. 

Omg. Just pick them up and come home.

Ok. Satan needs a feeding. I’ll bring you choc.

May your weekend be stress free.

© Raili Tanska

Steps for Peace

Children are the living messages

we send to a time

we will not see

 

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8 thoughts on “Saturday Smiles – Dads and Daughters

  1. I have to smile at this. I once picked up some hygiene products for a woman friend, without so much as batting an eyelash. In rural Maine, in the early seventies, that was virtually unknown-but friends are friends.

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