Dave had to go to White Plains a few weeks ago for work. He used my roll-board suitcase because the handle on his is broken. I can't tell you the last time I used that suitcase - clearly (keep reading).
When he came home, he unpacked it and left it in the living room for the kids to play with. They love playing with the suitcases and Noah likes to pretend he's "going to the airport to see Grampa Dirt".
Dave and Noah were outside, I was on the computer and Natalie was playing in the living room with the suitcase. I hear paper rustling and look to see what Natalie has found that she is possibly eating. She has opened one of the small zip compartments and has emptied out the bandaids. No big deal until I focus a little more on what's in her mouth and not on the floor aound her. The following quote is DEFINITELY something I never thought I'd say:
"Natalie, don't eat tampons."
Luckily, Noah was outside so I didn't have to worry about him asking, "What's that?" I had a good laugh to myself when I wondered what the security checkpoint must have thought when Dave cleared security with tampons in his suitcase. :)