G and I at Justice last week, shopping for bathing suits ...
G: How about this one? *holds up skimpy bikini*
Me: Not that one. You can get a two-piece, but the top has to be long enough to cover your middle.
G: MOTHERRR. I'm not SIX anymore.
Me: Um, you're not sixteen either. Put it back.
Tonight at a Girl Scout meeting, as the leaders discuss an upcoming event with a few of the older girls ...
Leader: ... so your costumes for the skit are going to be grass skirts and bathing-suit tops.
G: *primly* My mother doesn't let me show too much flesh.
Everyone: *dies laughing*
Now I feel like one of those polygamist sect women in their buttoned-up-to-the-neck calico dresses. I just don't want her running around the beach in something out of the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue while pervy creeps look on -- it doesn't mean she's not allowed to wear a costume in a skit!