Growing Up—But Not Just Yet

Definitely not Satan.
Last night, as the end credits for The Christmas Chronicles rolled, my oldest (11yo) piped up.
“Mom, how long is your period?”
I blinked.
I did not look at my wife.
I did not look at my son.
My wife did not respond.
I didn’t respond.
I knew my son was growing up, and that things of this nature would inevitably happen. I didn’t know they would happen so soon.  On the one hand, I was shocked he was already aware of this. On the other, I was a little shocked that we’d managed...