Many parents had discussed and asked about the tricky questions regarding raising a girl.. and I have to admit I have constantly worry myself to death about her impending teenagehood (hey, it is less than a decade to go, you know?!).

Like, today, an aunt’s son was bringing friends over, and she quickly went to the maid and asked “the friend guy or girl?”.

Suddenly an ominous vision came to mind.. that it would be my turn to ask the same question next time, and I would probably barge up to find out the answer for myself, yet trying to play it cool so, you know, I can play the “mole” to find out more….

And then, there are more worrying things at hands for me to worry about.

Very worried in fact.

While changing to head out today, Minibean and I were scouring through the basket for clothes.

And this was how it went:

“Aiyoooooooooooo why your shorts so tiny? So short!”

“Niiiiiccceeeeeee what!”

“NOOOOOOooOOOo! It is toooooooo short and too small for you! Don’t wear this!”

“I don’t waaant! I want to wear!”

“Cannotttt! It is too small, you are too fat to wear it!”

And this sentence, prompted the never-say-die spirit, and it was a full-on effort to squeeze into the teenyweeny pair of shorts and then when the final button was done up.. “SEEEEEEEEEE! Can wear! I not too fat!”

“Seeeee so short! Cannot! So short cannot go out like that!”

“Don’t care, I want to wear this! Hmphffff.”

“I don’t like it!”

“WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? MY MOTHER?!”

So this conversation ended with me sashaying out of the room in my shorts, ignoring her protest.

Sooner or later, your spawns will start playing parents to you, and more often than not, the day will come too soon.

So yeap, my dear honey bunny Minibean, this episode will one day come back and bite you in the bumbum.

And that’s with no pun intended.