I think I'm going to start a new post category: Lessons Learned. Unfortunately, even after many years, I still learn the hard way, and my children are usually the teachers, always at my own expense of course.
Case in Point/Exhibit A
On Thanksgiving morning, Payton and I hit CVS in the happenin' town of Westfield, New York. We were visiting Jeff's parents for the holiday and CVS was having some GREAT deals! So, while the turkey was roasting and the sweet potatoes were baking, we headed over to snag some freebies. I had my coupons organized, my list prepared, and I was ready to go.
We started in the "Personal Products" aisle. I was comparing prices and figuring deals and not paying much attention to Payton. Although I could vaguely hear him directly behind me opening bottles and sniffing and "oohing and ahhing" over the great scents he was evidently encountering. Suddenly, to my horror, he asked (rather loudly, I might add) "Mom, what in the world is intimacy gel?" My brilliant answer: "Oh, that's for married people." His follow-question: "But why is it cherry flavored?" Having NO answer, brilliant or otherwise, for that question, I shooed him down the aisle a bit and assured him I was almost done.
A few minutes later, as I was just about ready to move into safer territory (read: the candy aisle), Payton asked (again rather loudly--because my children have no other volume) "Mom, does that package say 'Adult Diapers'?" I won't share my response, mostly because I was so embarrassed I don't remember exactly what I said. But, I can assure you that Payton is now determined to never get old!
Lesson Learned: Never, ever, ever take your sweet, innocent 11-year old son into the "Personal Products" aisle in any drug store. He will never be the same.