Yesterday we all went into town for a last minute shop around town; i needed some bits and bobs and Max took the girls off while i tried to do that. Within 10 minutes he arrived, faintly frazzled, as the younger 2 were playing up, so i kept Josie with me in M&S while her took the others off and we organised to meet for cake and chocolates in our favourite cafe afterwards (conveniently near as it was to my next trip, which needed to be sans children!)
I needed to go for M&S for new bras and knickers so Josie, given her obsession with breasts, was the perfect partner. She helped me pick some out, gave me her (high volume) opinion of them as i tried them on and laughed hysterically while i did the “shake test” – any essential workout for anyone with wobbly boobs. I think i heard snorts of laughter from the cubicles on either side, but i’m not proud, i walked out knowing my size and knowing i could stay in them!
So then we went to find our favourites in my size; Josie was a bit of a gem and fathomed the difference between padded (wobbly boob no-no) and non-padded and was ably picking out my size knickers by using the coloured tickets. She picked me some lovely sets. After that, she started picking out her favourites and saying things like “when i have got big milks, i want to have this one to wear” and so on; by this time she’d drawn the attention of a number assistants who were loading shelves around us. Finally, she turned to me very seriously…
“Mummy,” she said, in the normal volume of a Puddle girl, “We need to get daddy a present. I think he would like these red flowery knickers and this red milks bag. Can you get them for him?”
We left hastily. 😆