Gynecology 101

Today we took a field trip to the gynecologist.  On the way there, the 10-year old had a few questions.  She became squeamish after my first response and then didn’t walk to talk about it any more.  I guess it’s one thing to hear Oprah say “Va-jay-jay,” like it’s a talking monkey, and another to discuss the real deal. Once in the private room, I strip down and put on the gown.  My daughter begins bitching that she has to hold my clothes, since she’s sitting on the only available chair.  I am amazed that she could find something to complain about when…