Young Simon Schlesinger and his younger brother Jake walked into a pharmacy one day, picked out a box of tampons and proceeded to the checkout counter.
Seeing what he had brought, the pharmacist at the counter asked him, “Son, how old are you?”
“Eight,” replied Simon.
“Do you know what these are used for?” asked the pharmacist.
“Not exactly,” said Simon. “But they aren’t for me. They’re for him. He’s my brother. He’s four.”
“Oh, really?” the pharmacist replied with a grin.