We all know what Lactacyd is. You know Lactacyd, right? Raise your legs if you know.
But in case you don’t know, this is Lactacyd.
Yes. Lactacyd, the feminine wash. That’s what I’m talking about.
I’m treading dangerous ground so okay, I’ll be careful.
One night, while I was talking with my son, he suddenly muttered.
“Lactacyd. For the va–”
Okay there was no pause. But I honestly held my breath for few seconds after the word “Lactacyd” came out.
Every cells in my body were listening to what he’s about to say next. Muscles, all tensed.
“…For the va-dy,” he finished.
One… Two… Three seconds.
Va-dy? Did I miss something?
Boy. Book. Band. Bag. Ball. Bad. Bbbbbb. Ba-be-bi-bo-bu. I’m sure he knows his B. I heard him enunciate Bs correctly.
But va-dy? Is that a new term or is there a new part now called va-dy?
“Lactacyd. For the va-dy.” That night, I left it at that.
Va-dy ha! Maybe I should start teaching the proper names of the Body Parts. Hmm? Tsk.Tsk.
