On a flight, my daughter whispered, “Dad, I think I just got my period.” I handed her the emergency pad I always carry. Minutes later, a flight attendant said, “Your daughter asked if you have a real pad—she says you gave her a liner.”
I turned beet red—I didn’t know there was a difference. Luckily, a kind woman nearby offered hers.
When my daughter came back, she smiled and said, “Next time, bring both.”
Now I always do.
