I have written previously about my daughter's fascination with g-strings. I recently found her trying on a pair of mine. Let me just say, there's something very creepy about seeing a four-year-old girl in a pair of black, lacy, barely-there knickers.
"Oh darling, get them off."
"Why Mummy?"
"It's just so wrong."
Petal looked confused. "Am I wearing them wrong?"
She went to fix them up in the only other way she thought they must be worn. She stretched at the elastic waist and in a move to make a contortionist proud, she slipped her arms through the leg holes and hoisted them onto her shoulders.
"Is this still wrong?" asked my mini-Borat.
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