Alexandra (5) shot into my room last night; it was getting close to 9.30. She does this most evenings -- her main aim to get an extra cuddle (which I'm all too happy to provide).
"Mummy, come look. There's something funny in the toilet!" Her blue eyes were quizzical instead of the usual pleading. I couldn't help but smile at this new approach, she generally comes in saying she is thirsty and needs a glass of water or that she saw a big spider on the ceiling.
"Come ON mummy. It looks like a bag with blood on it."
I took a quick look and yes mummy had forgotten to flush the toilet.
"That OK honey, don't worry about it," and we both watched the tampon roll round and round in the porcelain bowl until it finally whooshed away.
Then Alexandra looked up at me with her big blue eyes and said she was tired.... and thankfully I can postpone my discussion about bloody bags to another time.
Photo credit: littlemonkeybutt
