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Well, from the time I began working on this little business adventure, I knew there would come a time when my daughter would need to know about the Beaver.  She just started third grade.  We were sitting on the couch, and I was talking to her about the Dallas Women's Expo this weekend.  I told her I was going to be taking all these Beavers to the show to display them and sell them.  I also mentioned that she shouldn't talk about "Mommy's Beaver" to anyone at school, that this was a family "thing" that no one else needs to know about, ESPECIALLY her teacher.  Up until now, she has always just said, "Okay, Mom."  But this time, she said, "Why?"

Oh, goodness...here we go.....

(Keep in mind that my husband is in the other room with his eyes as big as silver dollars as I have this conversation)

Me: "You know how all girls have a vagina?"

Her: "Yes."

Me: "Well, you know how we call our vaginas our "chachies"?

Aside note:  I had promised myself never to do this.  I wanted my children to know the real names for their body parts.  Now I have an entire company and product line that completely contradicts my original intentions.  Funny how life is.  So, the word "Chachie" came from my little sister while we were growing up and for some reason, it stuck.  Although, I will say that when Keebler came out with their snack, Chachos, I laughed till I almost peed my pants, but that is a whole other story.  Back to the real situation:
Her: "Yes."

Me: "Well, there are other words for vaginas besides chachies."

Her: "Oh."

Me: "Some people call their vaginas a beaver."

Her: (confused) "Why?"

Me: "I don't know, they just do."  "ANYWAY, you know how mommy has gray hair on the top of her head, and how Daddy is always trying to pull it out?"  (do you see me digging a larger whole for myself by the second?)

Her: "Yes."

Me: "Well, sometimes your hair gets gray down there, too." (Pointing to my personal area)

Her: Giggling.

Me: "So, a Gray Beaver is a way of telling someone that they are getting older, without saying it out loud." "This stuffed animal is a funny way to tell someone, 'Hey, you're getting old!' "You see?" "Isn't that funny?"

Her: (wrinkled nose) "I don't get it."

Me: (thinking to myself) "Oh, of course not." "So excited to tell her where babies come from!"  

Needless to say, if I receive a note from Mrs. P telling me that my daughter mentioned that I have a gray beaver, I will not be in the least bit surprised. Mortified, yes.  Surprised?  Not so much.

Have a GRAY'T day!

Lauren Dance

The Queen Beav

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