extra light days

him: Holy crap, are these for extra light days? They're tiny! (on discovering a portable pantyliner unearthed by the baby dumping my purse.)

me: laughing

him: What?! The make other ones that are like this thick. (his hand holding an imaginary hospital grade maxi) This thing is like a microchip.

me: laughing harder

him: It's like a band-aide!