A Cautionary Tale: Winter Fuzz

As we sadly bid adieu to the summer season, it is easy to get a bit lax about the old hair situation, isn’t it?

I know that I am far less fastidious about keeping my legs, underarms and, well, other more intimate areas smooth and hair free during the autumn. Instead of setting out for the day in a summer dress with my legs and pits on display, or slipping into a bikini, I’m pulling on jeans and jumpers, and quite frankly shaving and waxing has slipped down the priority list just a tad.

Meh, I’ll do it tomorrow.

Who will know anyway, right?

Wrong!

This morning, three year old Bubble taught me a very embarrassing lesson on keeping myself tidy.
After dropping her brothers at kinder and school this morning we popped into our local supermarket to grab a few essentials. She was wearing her cute pink owl beanie, that always attracts ohhs and ahhs from passers by. Never one to shy away from the limelight Bubble seems to have cottoned onto this fact, and has been almost inseparable from that hat for the past few weeks.

Imagine this, if you will….

Standing in the vegetable aisle Bubble says “I help you Mummy? Can I get the mushrooms?”

I stand holding the brown paper bag as she slowly deliberates over exactly which mushrooms are fit for eating and drops them into the bag.
“One….two…flee.”
“Oh,” coos a lady standing behind us with her husband. “Look Pete. She is helping her Mummy do the shopping. Isn’t she a big girl.”

Bubble who was beaming back at her suddenly scowls a little and drops the mushroom in her hand to face the lady.

“Nah, I not a big girl yet. But when I am a big girl I will have a spiky gynee like mummy too, won’t I?” she looks up at me proudly with her little hands on her hips as though she has just imparted some very wise words to this clueless old woman.

Me? I scuttled back to the toiletry aisle post-haste with a face like a beetroot to purchase the biggest pot of wax I could find!