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  • Once at Christmas, my 3-year-old brother ran into my grandparents' living room and hung three Tampons on the Christmas tree.

    He cried when my mother yanked them off and whisked the pure white "angels" away.

    This year, my grandniece limped into her kitchen and announced that she had suffered "boo boos" on her "feets."

    No worries. She'd found Band-Aids. Big padded ones.

    When I showed the photo to a friend, she said her son and his buddy had once used plastic Tampon applicators to shoot spit wads at her dinner guests.

    They had pulled them from the trash.

    Guess Aunt Flo and Cousin Red do have a funny streak.
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