I have a funny feeling that I shouldn't tell you this but I'm going to any way - these things only seem to happen to me.
One day when Little Fink was even littler - about 2 or 3 and had only just got her fangs, my friend KT Wong and I took her swimming to the local pool. Now Little Fink had started the nasty habit (as little sprats do at that age) of biting me if she couldn't get her own way.
We had been playing in the water for sometime when Little Fink sunk her fangs into my shoulder. I started my rant, "That is very naughty, we're getting out right now, you must never, never bite people, how would you like it if....." blah blah blah. I went on and on, trying to explain how naughty it was of her. We were getting changed by this time and I can imagine all Little Fink could hear from me was akin to the sound the teacher makes in the Snoopy cartoons, a kind of WahWah Wah, Wah WahWah Wah. I could imagine KT Wong in the next cubilce thinking, for goodness sake, give it a rest. The next minute, Little Fink looked up at me with big eyes and said in a loud and clear voice,
"Mummy, you've got a hairy bum"
The whole place went silent - the only noise I could hear was KT Wong slump against the side of the cubicle and slide down the wall - no doubt with her hand over her mouth clutching her stomach. Noone else in the changing room made a sound. I got us changed so quickly I think most of our clothes must have been on inside out or back to front. Kids. Who'd have 'em?
