The day my daughter gave me ‘the talk’.

This is a true story narrated to me by a 61 year old man. His daughter was at the time in her senior six vacation.

“I enjoy the finer things in life. Beer in particular. Hanging out with friends drinking said beer is another.

One thing I never used to enjoy was my children pestering me for pocket money for this and that. I just wasn’t interested. I’d brush them off and I suppose they’d go to their mother or something.

One day I was sitting in the living room sipping my yummy yummy beer and enjoying being the man of the house. My daughter walked up to me and said:

“Daddy, we need to talk”.

I was a bit alarmed. Children aren’t supposed to say that. Wives, yes, but not one’s daughters! Still I waved her to seat next to me and raised my bottle to take another sip of beer.

“You always refuse to give me money”, she said. “But I never see you not drinking beer”.

I placed by bottle down slowly. Where was this going?!

“What do you think I need the money I ask you for?” she demanded.

“Erm”…was all I could say.

“I need the money for womanly things”, she said. “If you can’t give me money for the basic things I need, I shall find a man who will give it to me and I shall do certain things to get it. Do you understand what I mean?”

I was stunned. I was ‘schooled’. I simply hugged her and said, “Point taken”.

There is no man who understands periods and pads now like me. I know them all. The light ones, the crampy ones, everything! I go shopping with my daughters and even tell them what’s new on the market, and which one is best for their flow and such.

One day I overheard my elder daughters telling my youngest one, who is a loooong way from getting her first period.

“If you want money from daddy, tell him you want pads!”

pads

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