This morning we were running late to an appointment. I threw Lauren's clothes on her bed and told her to get dressed. She told me she already HAD panties on, why did she need to put new ones on?
I explained that she should ALWAYS have on clean underwear.
She then decided to start a debate. She calmly and articulately told me that she had been wearing her current pair for a very small amount of time. She took a bath last night, then put on this pair. All she did was sleep in them, how dirty could they be?
While her argument was convincing and obviously well thought out- I told her to change panties anyway. She still demanded an answer as to WHY.
"Because I wasn't allowed out of the house unless I was wearing clean panties and neither are you!" was my final word on the subject.
She changed panties and we were on our way. Later on the phone, I was recalling the story to Joey and he asked WHY I always had to have fresh panties on as a child.
My mothers reasoning was that if I was ever in an accident and had to be rushed to the hospital, she would die of shame if I was wearing dirty panties.
I got to thinking.
Let's assume for a moment I have clean panties on. Now let's assume I am involved in an accident bad enough to require me being taken to the hospital for medical care and disrobed for examination.
Odds are, at the time of impact, I will shit my pants anyway.
I will no longer make my daughter change out of clean panties to put CLEANER ones on.
That is all for today.
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
CRASH
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