Mamta and I encountered these creatures while walking downtown the other day.
“What are they supposed to be?” she asked.
“Condoms.”
“What are condoms?”
I breezed through a 30-second lesson on how babies are made, and the role condoms play in sex. I couldn’t tell from her reaction whether this was new material or a review course for her, but my description did elicit several grimaces.
When I had finished, Mamta thought for a moment. I could sense the wheels turning.
“Have you ever used a condom?” she asked.
My turn to pause.
“Yes…”
We left it at that.
Mamta didn’t want to pose next to the condoms for the photo?
Mamta had a birthday yesterday! What 9 year old would want to stand next to those!?