Cheese, Sausage, Toothpicks

I have to share this email from my sister:

So this morning, out of the blue, Nora handed me a maxi pad and two tampons. "I have something for you, Mommy," she said, "a slice of cheese, a piece of sausage and a toothpick."

"Thank you," I replied as I pretended to eat them. "Everything is delicious."

"Did you eat your toothpick?" Nora asked.

"No, people don't eat toothpicks."

"Well, I'm from Japan, and we eat toothpicks there."

Where does she get this stuff?

Personally, I think my sister needs to hide the feminine products. One day, not too long ago, Nora came running up to me with about five panty liners stuck to her shirt. When I asked her what they were, she said, "Stickers—I found them in Mommy's bathroom."