I work with children. Little angels. Little sponges. During snack time, my co-workers and I were sitting at the table with our kids. We were discussing the details of their day at kindergarten.
“Nuva Ring.”
It just popped out, like this child had been dying to say it, to feel it buzz on his lips. Not for shock value or out of curiosity, it seemed to be completely for sensory purposes.
“Nuuuuuuuva Ring,” he said again. Three times total it flew out mixed in with chatter about some sort of “modern-fashioned apparatus” that he had made from tinker-toys. (Amos has a very vivid imagination.)
Obviously, it was a total non sequitur. We were not discussing feminine contraceptive choices over apple juice and crackers.
The adults in the room eyed each other. We were all wondering if today would be the day that we would have to explain intrauterine devices to 5 year olds. I’m all for seizing teachable moments, but this seemed a little beyond the scope of my paycheck.
Luckily, it passed like most things do when you’re small and have too many thoughts to keep track of. We moved on to a discussion of whether applesauce was Kosher.
In the car on the way home, I found myself trying it on for size. NuvaRing. Nuuuuuuuuuuuuuva Ring. It does kind of trip off the tongue.
1 comment:
Brody makes up words like that. He found the word pussy by accident and was calling everything that. I finally had to tell him that I didn't like that word and he couldn't use it.
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