On Sand in her you-know-what

Getting out for social events is kind of hard around these parts. Babysitters are far and few between – at least at a rate that I can afford – and usually, they work kind of early hours. This means if I can show up for an event without Isobel in tow, I’m drinking at relay speed and home before 10:30.

I usually choose to just skip them.

Today, I brought her along to a rapidly-thrown-together tweet up – a semi-planned event where friends on twitter meet in real life. We got gelatto and we went to the beach. It was fun, as they always are; she was super-talkative, as she always is; we got home late, she had a quick snack and she passed out, as she always does.

But before said snack, before bedtime preparations, the potty was visited.

Which is exactly when I found out that at some point before we left the house, three hours before, she’d thrown caution to the wind and shucked her underwear with it.

She was wearing a dress. And she’s not so good at being a little lady, if you catch my drift. Yet, somehow this fact escaped my knowledge until we were home and maybe most of the West End of Vancouver had been exposed to her seashell by the seashore.

With that embarrassing knowledge in the forefront of my brain, I came up with this little ditty:

Mamas don’t let your babies go out without panties.
Don’t let ‘em wear dresses and eat soy gelatto;
Clad ‘em in denim that gives ‘em camel toe.

Mamas don’t let your babies tweet up whence commando.
They’ll love on the new friends, and get sugar high,
Even with sand in their ‘gi.

If she goes into the surf she’s happy and wet,
And she’ll walk home all gritty with a friend she’s just met.
Laughing and talking and asking each question a million times
But little do you know she’s got a secret
She’s feelin’ a breeze on her prives’.

Mamas don’t let your babies go out without panties.
Don’t let ‘em wear dresses and eat soy gelatto;
Clad ‘em in denim that gives ‘em camel toe.

Mamas don’t let your babies tweet up whence commando.
They’ll love on the new friends, and get sugar high,
Even with sand in their ‘gi.

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