It is not me, it is Jenn “LINK HERE NOW

Mr. Linky is below for posts related to a MISUNDERSTANDING.

Today I am turning over the Nirvana to capable hands. VERY CAPABLE hands. It is Jenn from Juggling Life. She is a beacon of hope for those of us in the trenches of toddlerhood. She has made it through and still maintains a sense of humor. Jenn linked to this post a few weeks ago and it makes me laugh every time I think about it…

In Which A Miscommunication Occurs

A long time ago in a galaxy far far away Once upon a time When Grown-up Girl (GuG) was less than half as grown up as she is right now, she was on the cusp of puberty. Because I believe everyone should be educated and informed, I bought her this book. Because it’s just the kind of girl she is, she devoured the book. She walked around for days with her nose in the book, and frequently gave impromptu quizzes on puberty trivia. She was indeed educated and informed.

One night she was at the grocery store with her Grandma. They ran into the mother of a friend of GuG’s. A grocery store conversation ensued. You know the kind; you park your cart to the side of the frozen vegetable aisle as though you are only temporarily stopped, but you proceed to chat for at least fifteen minutes. The conversation centered on softball, and the girls, and oh-how-fast they are growing. GuG’s contribution to the conversation was this, “You should totally get Desiree The What’s Happening To Your Body Book For Girls. It’s really good, it tells you everything you should know about masturbation.”

Well, okay then. Sounds good. Good-byes were said, and as carts were pushed down the aisle the enlightened, liberal adults thought, “Hmmmmm, that’s interesting.”

Three nights later, as we ate dinner, Grandma included, GuG looked up from her baked potato in horror and shrieked, “Did I say masturbation?! I meant menstruation! You have to call Desiree’s mother right now!

Of course, we reassured her that Desiree’s mother probably didn’t even notice, and that is was no big deal, and not to even worry about it rolled on the floor laughing as we cried and peed our pants.


And now it is your turn. Please link directly to your MISUNDERSTANDING post: