Being at the cabin always seems to spark spiritual conversations, big gooey “what do you think” chats about where we came from and where we are headed. Shaun and I also just did our wills and advanced medical directives and all that icky paperwork that has to be done. (Note: we drove very gingerly home over the mountains, because although we have done all the paperwork? We have yet to sign it).
So in this conversation, I was dead, and Shaun was (or wasn’t) remarrying. He said he would probably remarry because he would be a dork about all the girl stuff. I contested, thinking that he’s pretty good about understanding women’s bodies and being able to articulate all that beautiful stuff that happens.
We started a little role-play, with me as Ruby. “Daddy,” I asked, “what’s a period?”
He muddled through something about the lining of her uterus shedding (it’s all natural!) and that having cramps and discovering blood coming out of her vagina was nothing to be scared of.
Then he added, with complete confidence, “And if you have sex with boys too early, it’ll start coming out your eyeballs.”