Michelle jarred my memory.
“Dad, do you remember when you chaperoned our middle school youth mission trip last summer?”
“I do. That was fun.”
“Do you remember when you and Brooks convinced the boys that they were going to have periods, just like the girls?”
She recanted the story.
Several girls were on their periods the week of the trip. They were middle schoolers; it was a bit embarrassing.
At one pit stop, the boys saw the girls purchasing supplies, and the teasing began. Smirks. Whispers. The giggles. Typical male behaviors.
At the time, Brooks, a cool, young, male chaperon, and I were not aware of the ongoing conversations. As the story goes, one of the girls approached an 8th grade boy.
“Shut up! You don’t even know what happens!”
“Yes I do. It’s when the blue water comes out.” The laughter resumed.
Apparently he had seen the commercials advertising the absorbency of some of the most porous pads. In it, a cylinder full of blue water is poured into the pad to show its effectiveness. Not one drop of the Windex looking liquid leaked. Pretty amazing.
Made sense that the young mind assumed that was actually what came out. You wouldn’t advertise muffin tins by putting spaghetti in them, would you?
The girls busted out laughing, and the poor clueless boy was bewildered.
Later that day, as the story was unfolded to Brooks and me, the girls asked if we would convince the boys they too would soon be having a visit from Aunt Flo. It seemed like a reasonable request considering the males had indeed begun the fight.
As we entered the bus after our afternoon outings, one of the males again chose to bring up the subject, this time in earshot of Brooks and me.
“Fellas, why are you bringing this up?” I questioned.
“Yah,” Brooks followed. “You know, everyone has them. Your turn is coming. I just started mine last year.”
I added, “Boys start later than girls. Usually around 18.”
A silence fell over the bus. I’d never seen such big eyes IN MY LIFE!
The fact that the girls were rolling in the floor quickly gave our joke away, but if only for a few minutes, we had them convinced.
Now, in the guys’ defense, it is tempting to tease females. It is our way of flirting. As a kid, we hit you. In middle school, we pick at you. When older, we use lines that are meant to engage you. And generally, regardless of age, the woman ends up with the upper hand. My mother had it. My wife had it. And all three of my daughters have it as well. We might as well give up. We will NEVER know more about ANYTHING than they do.