A beautiful, vivacious, happy woman clad in a white bikini jogging down the beach. What's the first thing that comes to your mind?
SHE MUST BE ON HER PERIOD.
At least, that's how the marketing people at Tampax and Playtex feel. I know I feel my sexiest when I'm passing blood clots.
So how did this post come to fruition? The other evening I heard my son rifle through a drawer in our kitchen and immediately retreat to the bathroom he shares with his sister. If you have kids, you already know you can't trust a child with a permanent marker. Never. I knocked on the door, he told me he was using the bathroom and would be out in a minute. Hmm. I stood next to the door listening in. I heard the crinkling of plastic, my son's 'I'm up to no good' laugh, and then heard him spelling.
I pounded on the door again. I'm already envisioning him with homemade tatts and a penciled in Sharpie beard. Jesus take the wheel. He swung the door open, grinning from ear to ear. No handwritten tattoos, no Sharpie moustache. Whew.
Then I looked on the floor and noticed the Sharpie laying next to a basket that my daughter keeps her tampons in.
Upon further inspection, I discovered what my little Picasso had been doing.
I smell a money maker. Or maybe it's just the blood. Either way, my little genius is onto something. Ten years old and this kid may already need to apply for a copyright license. I want in on this action, because I'm business savvy enough to know this could be a payday. Not to be outdone by my miniature, I grabbed a few tampons and joined in.
So what do you guys think? Inspirational tampons; would you buy them? Is my son going to be a tampon mogul? Stay tuned!
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