What are you teaching this boy?

That's what my parents asked me on Sunday. Why, you ask?

My parents kept Seamus at the cottage on Sunday night, since they had Monday off and we needed someone to watch the Shea-man on Monday and this eliminated the morning juggling drop-off act. (And yes, because they're awesome.) When Seamus arrived, he announced he was going to unpack. (Note: this is clearly another indication that he's his father's son. I go to a hotel for a week and live out of my suitcase. The first thing Joe does at a hotel is unpack.)

So, Seamus unpacks the Red Sox backpack that is our family's random backpack for daytrips or an overnight like this. Apparantly, one of the last times I used it to pack for all of us and it was, ahem, my 'time of the month.' So, there was a tampon in the bag along with Shea's pj's. Instead of just ignoring this as one would hope, Seamus grabs it out of there and hand it to Nany and Poppy, announcing - "My mommy uses this in her butt."

(Can you see me blushing through the computer?)

Now, Seamus thinks I pee out of my butt. So the general confusion over where a tampon would go is not that surprising to me. The fact that he's ever seen me around a tampon is much more startling. I try awfully darn hard to ban all children from the bathroom any time I am in there. Clearly, I had an off day at some point.

Oh, but it gets worse! How you say? How could this possibly get worse?

Seamus takes the tampon back from his grandparents who can hardly breathe through their laughter and announces......

"I need that back because my girlfriend might need it."