One afternoon, two young boys wandered into a pharmacy. They roamed the aisles for a bit before confidently grabbing a box of tampons and making their way to the checkout.
The pharmacist, curious and a little amused, looked at the older boy and asked,
“How old are you, son?”
“Eight,” the boy answered proudly.
The pharmacist smiled and leaned in.
“Do you know what these are used for?” he asked.
The boy shrugged and said,
“Not exactly. They’re not for me—they’re for my little brother. He’s four.”
Trying to hold back a chuckle, the pharmacist said,
“Oh really? And why would your brother need these?”
The boy replied, perfectly serious,
“We saw on TV that if you use these, you can swim, play tennis, and ride a bike. My brother can’t do any of those things yet.”
