The daily argument between the teen-manga-rock star and myself went martian today when I gave her her daily admonishment to strap on a brazier.
"You mean put on a straight jacket for my boobs?"
"Yeah. Please?"
"I can't believe you want me to restrain my womanhood!"
"I'm not--your what?"
"Bras cause breast cancer, dad!"
"WHAT!?"
"Everybody knows that."
"No they--"
"Leave me alone! Let my boobs run free!"
I gave up. Sometimes all a parent can do is stare, mouth agape,
high speed electric drill poised over their forehead, and hope that guy from Scrubs doesn't play you in the movie.
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