We're driving and Hazel takes notice of the ad on the back of the bus in front of us. The ad features matryoshka dolls, Russian nesting dolls. The dolls go from biggest to smallest and end with a rolled up condom. The headline says something about how sexual health includes more than birth control and to be sure to get tested for HIV.
"I don't understand why the littlest doll is a baby bottle top." Hazel says.
I explain that it's not a baby bottle top, it's a condom. To which she replies:
"Oh no. That's the top to a baby bottle."
No, I tell her. And we go back and forth all the while she insists that it is a baby bottle top.
I try another route. An attempt to relay a story where I was once at a young age confused about a condom. I had been to see the cinematic masterpiece Howard The Duck. In one scene, Lea Thompson rifles through Howard's wallet finding a condom tucked in a compartment. My aunt asked me if I had any questions about what was in the wallet. To which I replied:
"You mean the guitar pick?"
Hazel was unfazed by my sharing and insisted that the image in question was still a baby bottle top. So I switched gears.
"Do you know what a condom is?" I asked her point blank.
She scrunched up her face and thought about it for a second before she replied, "I'm pretty sure it's like an apartment, but the people own the units instead of just renting them."
A condo looks nothing like a condom.