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
soulgifts - Telling Tales 
Oh my goodness, Raili, I laughed so much. This is priceless.
🙂
Hilarious. Her mum must have forgotten to give her The Talk 🙂
O)r she wasn’t listening ‘cos it was cringeworthy and embarrassingly gross 🙂
I remember that feeling. I concluded that it couldn’t possibly happen to me. Big mistake 🙂
Yep!
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.
What a good friend you are !