That’s What They Called Them In The Sixties

(My best friend’s family and I are eating lunch. Suddenly, her four-year-old sister asks her mother:)

Younger Sister: “Mommy, what’s a clitoris?”

(We all stop eating and just look at my friend’s mother to see what her answer will be.)

Mother: “Hmm… well… a clitoris is… like a really pretty little white flower…”

Younger Sister: “Okay, thank you!”

(Her little sister just finishes her lunch and leaves the table like nothing happened.)

Mother: “I just don’t think I am ready to have this conversation with her yet.”

(Fast forward a couple of weeks. We all are in our way to the waterpark. My friend’s mother is driving, her young sister is in the front, and my friend and I are in the back seats. Her little sister is looking at the window and just starts yelling.)

Younger Sister: “Mommy, mommy! Look: a field of clitoris!”

(It was a field of daisies… We had to stop the car on the side of the road because we were laughing so hard!)