Friday night Grace had a sleep over to celebrate her upcoming 8th birthday. Two girls from her school spent the night and the next day. On Saturday, I was downstairs in the kitchen when I overheard a conversation.
The girls had developed a password system to keep unwanted boys (in this case Gabe) from entering Grace’s room. Two girls, Grace being one of them, were in the room and the third wanted in. She was asked to divulge the password before being granted permission to enter. The only problem was that she didn’t know the password. So, they gave her a hint. It starts with “P”. “Pink? Purple? Puppy?...” And then I heard Grace say, “It’s something gross that boys have.”
WHAT? My head snapped toward the ceiling faster than a redneck’s nose can smell road kill. How was I going to explain this to the other mothers? They send their brotherless daughters to my house for a sleep over and I return them schooled in the male anatomy.
With great relief I then heard Grace give in and reveal the password, “The password is Pickle.” OH THANK GOD. Yes, we were still referring to the same part of the male anatomy but only in the world of Grace and Gabe where girls have Virginias and boys have Pickles.
Thankfully, when both sets of parents heard the story, they laughed. Hopefully, everyone is allowed to return to the Schrecengost’s house. It sure was a fun event for everyone.
Remember everyone. Count your blessings and not your problems. It makes for much better math.
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