Modesty

My olive-skinned wife and my pale-skinned daughter spent a little time today soaking in some rays. Then Rebecca threw shorts over her swimsuit and Rachel threw a skirt over hers and we went out for some Chinese food for lunch.

After lunch, Rachel decided she just had to accompany me to the bathroom instead of her mother. So I helped her unhook her top, no mean trick with all the hair she has back there.

She did what she had to do and then allowed me to hook her back up. She complained it was too tight after I did. I suggested we go out to mom and let her do the adjustments, since girls' swimsuits are more mommy's department than daddy's.

Rebecca explained that the swimsuit was a size too small and advised we not worry about the hook. She said, "She's just a little girl anyway." I shrugged. Like I said, not my department.

The three of us then drove to Eurasian Motors, to pick up Rebecca's car. It was in for an oil change, tire rotation and brake work. The two men who run the place are brothers, David and John.

Rachel ran ahead of us and as we approached the door, I noticed she had the hook from her swimsuit clenched in her teeth.

"What are you doing?" I inquired.

And as we opened the door to walk in, Rachel replied, "I don't want him to see my nipples!"

David didn't hear her, but I got a good chuckle out of it.