tales of sanaa: extra padding

sanaa had been in the bathroom for a looooong time.
“what are you doing, sanaa?” i asked after knocking on the bathroom door.
“nothing,” she replied.
“ummhmm, right,” said my mother’s intuition.
she came out smiling.
i looked in the bathroom expecting to see some type of puddle or mess,
but i didn’t see anything.
hours later, i ask her to take off her clothes so she and rahmah can take a bath.
sanaa pulls her pants and panties down
and reveals a pad.
yes, a menstral pad.
all i could do was laugh.