We were on the plane when my daughter whispered, “Dad, I think my period started!” I handed her the emergency pad I always carry, and she rushed to the bathroom.
Five minutes later, the flight attendant came over and said, “Sir, your daughter is asking if you have an actual pad. She says you gave her a panty liner.”
I turned red. I didn’t know there was a difference until that moment.
Thankfully, a woman a row behind us offered her own.
My daughter returned, thanked me and that woman, and said, “Next time, just pack both.” Now I do.