Some things are better left to the imagination...

So while were in Charleston last week I had to take Quinn to the potty. Nothing new there.

We used the women's restroom, of course, and for the first time Quinn took notice of a tampon vending machine hanging on the wall. It was large and silver and shiny. You couldn't help but notice it.

He said, "Boy, I wish I had some money right now!"

I followed his gaze to the machine. I had to let this conversation play out just to see where it was going.

"Oh, yeah? Why is that? I asked.

"'Cause I'd buy something out of that machine!" Quinn answered.

"Like what?"

"Uh, what does it sell?"

"What do you think it sells?"

"FOOD!"

I laughed.

"Why are you laughing?" Quinn said.

"Oh, 'cause you're funny. Quinnie. That machine doesn't sell food."

(Dumb move, 'cause you know what the next question is, doncha?)

"WHAT DOES IT SELL?"

Yikes. Stuck!

"It sells stuff for ladies."

"Like what? Dresses?"

We both laughed.

"No, stuff girls need when they grow up," I answered.

The next line is classic Quinn.

"Like a cane?"

I belly laughed all the way to the car, where I shared the story with the rest of the family.

Poor Quinn. He never did find out what magical things that machine held, but he took pride in the fact that he made us all laugh.... three of us harder than the rest.....