Join the love train, the love train.

I like to fancy myself a frugalite. It was a necessary habit in my college days. In those days if milk dipped to 1.50 a gallon, my husband and I bought extra and froze it because saving a dollar meant another half gallon of milk could be purchased down the road. It's a comfortable habit now. I have a big freezer and lots of interesting items frozen in it.

Some years back I made the prodigious purchase of a sorority sized box of pantyliners. Three bucks and I had pantyliners well into the next millennia...and when you need a pantyliner you need a pantyliner, right ladies? Pantyliners don't require freezing to keep them fresh, which is a considerable bonus.

When I was showering this morning my pantyliners were removed from my bathroom cabinet by my two year old and placed in a long railroad track pattern across my family room floor.

Relief...he had not removed the backing and exposed the stickers. My son had not turned into maxi pad boy, which I would link to, but I'm sure we've all had that photo passed into our e-mail boxes. I considered posting it and found the photo using Google, so I know you can find it too. I also found a site detailing how men can use feminine hygiene products which was somewhat disturbing.

Anyway, isn't it genius that my two year old interpreted the use of pantyliners in such a way? He gets those smarts from me! Frugality too...because when you don't already have a toy train to play with you build one with what you've got laying around.

Hopefully he won't discover how to remove the backing because the next time I need to buy a sorority sized box of pantyliners my kid should be around 25. He can buy his own milk and all the feminine hygiene products he requires then.