No Longer Just A White Christmas

(It’s Thanksgiving and my uncle, cousin, sister, and I are hanging up wreaths around town for Christmas. My other sister stays home because she is on her period. We are in a small car with the ladder, making it impossible for me to turn around. There are also some groceries in the back that my mom got. My cousin is ten.)

Cousin: *in a joking voice* “Hey, [My Name], I have an early Christmas gift for you.”

Me: “Oh, yeah? What is it?”

Cousin: “Here.”

(He tries to hand me something. I drop it the first time, but get it the second time. Contorting around, I pull the thing in front of me. It’s a package of pads.)

Me: *suppressing laughter* “[Cousin], do you know what this is?”

Cousin: “Diapers!”