A pink, lacy, frilly thing is held up for approval. “Well? What do you think?”
A single eyebrow twitch. “No. Absolutely not.”
A miffed pout. “It’s just a bra, Daddy. Nobody’s going to look at it.”
Knuckles pop as hands clench and unclench. “Then there’s no point in buying that–that monstrosity.”
A plaintive, hopeful look. “But Mom’s wore stuff way worse than this when she was my age!”
Teeth begin to grind. “When your mother was your age, she was traveling the world with a boy so clueless he didn’t know the difference between a man and a woman!”
Unnecessarily Long and Tiresome Authoress’ Notes:
If you thought the dad in Meet the Parents was scary, wait until Bra starts dating.