The other day, right at the end of the day, when I was about to put pens down and go home, Matt texted me to tell me that Tiny had been carrying a pair of my knickers around all day. All day people.
You can imagine that my excitement of her flinging my knickers around was palpable.
Who doesn't want their knickers toted off to school? To shopping? Here. There. Everywhere.
And who doesn't want their husband to remove said knickers from child and gently suggest something else other than her mama's knickers?
Well thank goodness they were clean.
Tiny hooked onto those knickers and carried them around for the next day too. Because they are pink, they became an accessory.
I finally managed to sneak them from her clutches and back into my drawers (pun intended). But a big thank you to Tiny for socialising my underwear. I really appreciate it.
However, as a precautionary tale, never google images: big granny knickers. Never. Ever.