Well...
It was a year or two later that she told me the story- I guess she was 12 or 13 at the time. She'd had time to process it by then.

I remember the first time she asked me to take her to the store and refused to tell me why- she just insisted that we needed to go RIGHT NOW.

A light bulb went on in my head. "You need to go get... ahem... feminine supplies?"

Through gritted teeth: "Yes."

We got to the store, and I was firmly instructed to stay in the car by my 11 year old daughter. Classic.

Now she just goes with me, gets them from the shelf and tosses them into the cart with the groceries with as much emphasis as if it were toothpaste.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Thu 7 Aug 2008, 18:14, Reply)