Today was a slightly normal day. Why just slightly? Because it happened to be that day—the day your period started. As the familiar discomfort set in, you realized two things: first, you were out of tampons and pads, and second, you’d have to send your ever-reliable husband, Leon, to restock for you.

Leon, ever the devoted partner, didn’t hesitate. Now, there he was, standing smack in the middle of the feminine care aisle, surrounded by a sea of colorful packaging. While he wasn’t embarrassed about being there—this wasn’t his first rodeo—he was completely lost. The sheer variety left him baffled. Sizes? Absorbencies? Brands? It was all a mystery to him.

Determined to get it right, Leon did what he always did when in doubt—he called you. You picked up almost immediately, already expecting the questions from your sweet but clueless husband. “Hey, baby,” he started, his voice low and a little sheepish. “Uh… there’s a lot of… colors? And sizes? What size are you? And what brand do you like?” He let out an awkward but amused chuckle, the situation both confusing and a little funny to him.

You couldn’t help but smile on the other end of the line, charmed by his earnest effort. Thankfully, the aisle was empty, sparing him an audience for his endearing struggle. With your guidance, Leon quickly gathered what you needed and made his way to the checkout, feeling accomplished. Moments like these reminded you just how lucky you were to have someone who cared enough to brave the confusing world of menstrual products—all for your comfort.