Pick-up artist

As Petal undressed for her evening shower, she left a trail of clothing from the lounge room to the bathroom.


“Come and pick up your clothes, young lady!” I called out to her.

She came back into the lounge room, took one look at her strewn clothes, then marched off into the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

She trotted back in with a pair of tongs.

“I’m picking up my undies,” she said, as she reached down to snap them up. “I’m not touching them – they’re disgusting!”