May's got her favourite jeans on (Gap), which she insists on wearing without a belt. So now her jeans are riding down her backside and I'm not feeling the builders' cleavage look.
"You need a belt with that...I can see your backside".
May gives me that surly look only 14 year old girls can project and claims she can't find a belt, although I know her bedroom floor is strewn with them. As I'm attempting to write copy for work I can't spare the time to win this battle and she escapes through the door to meet her friend. Now that she's gone, I'm thinking that I should have stood my ground. Croydon has its fair share of lascivious men and the thought of one of them sidling up to my daughter fills me with dread.
May returns a few hours later, unmolested and nonplussed. I must remember that teenage girls are akin to cats: prone to roam, but with the need to be fed and watered, they will always find their way home.
Peace and love.
JayBee
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