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Your daughter gets her period

I wish guys got periods so they can understand the pain of your guts being stabbed brutually while being twisted at the same time. And the craving for cookie dough ice cream all of the time, am I right ladies?

Michael:

“Oh my god, mum!” A scream comes from the bathroom.

You jump up from the couch where you were watching a movie with your husband, Michael. You run to the bathroom, him close behind you.

“What’s wrong?” You ask breathlessly from the doorway as you watch your thirteen year old daughter, Tanya, stare at the toilet with a shocked look.

Hey, it was a twenty foot walk.

“I think I’m dying!” She announces, turning towards the two of you.

“What happened?” You ask.

“There’s blood in the toilet! It wasn’t there before I went to the bathroom,” Tanya concludes.

You giggle. “Oh, Tan. You just got your period.”

“I don’t want my period,” Tanya says.

“No girl does. Michael, can you run to the store and get some cookie dough ice cream, some Midol, and a few chocolate bars? I’ll grab the pads, don’t worry, sweetie,” you walk out of the bathroom while Michael follows you, grumbling about how his ‘baby girl is now a young woman.’

Ashton:

“Um, dad?” Your eleven year old daughter, Alina, peaks her head into her dad’s music room.

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” Ashton looks up from the guitar he was holding.

“You took care of Aunt Lauren, right?” Alina asks.

“Yeah sometimes I did, what’s wrong?” Ashton asks again, sitting up this time.

“Well, um, I sorta got my period,” Alina stands there awkward.

“Oh. I’ll go pick up pads, chocolate, medicine, and a heating pad,” Ashton stands up. As he passes by Alina he pulls her in a hug. “Your mum would be so proud, honey.”

“Thanks, dad. Most girls have a mum to do this with but,” Alina reaches up with her hand and wipes away a falling tear.

“She’s helping you from heaven, baby girl,” Ashton kisses the top of her head.

Luke: