DD1: (holding a condom she found in my bedside drawer) What's this?
Me: I am not going to tell you.
D: Why?
ME: Because it's not something little girls need to know about.
D: Why?
Me: Because it isn't.
D: But what is it for?
Me: I am not going to tell you.
D: Is it for men or women?
Me: It's for married couples.
D: What letter does it start with?
Me: I am not going to tell you.
D: What's one of the letters in the middle?
Me: I am not going to tell you.
D: Please?
Me: No.
D: Pretty please?
Me: No.
D: Will you tell me when I'm eight?
Me: No. I will tell you when you're twelve.
D: Will you tell me when I'm twenty?
Me: Yes.
D: Then I'm going to sit here until I'm twelve.
Me: Fine. Have fun scrounging for food until then.
There was a lot more badgering on her part. I've condensed the whole conversation in order to spare you. I felt like a broken record, just saying "No" and "I am not going to tell you" over and over again. Argh!
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Wow.... I can't express how hard I'm laughing! Tears streaming from my eyes. Wow....
LT in STL
What fun. She's sounds like a persistent little bugger, aren't you lucky!
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