This is the conversation that happened between Verona and I this morning while I was getting dressed in my room and she was still cuddled in the bed looking at a book.
Verona: “Oh goodness gracious mom! What is wrong with your underwear!?!?”
Me: “Nothing’s wrong with it honey, it’s a thong. It’s suppose to be like this.”
Verona: “No I’m pretty sure it’s broken. It’s not doing a good job of covering your butt at all.”
Me: “It’s not suppose to cover my butt. That’s the style.”
Verona: (looking back down at her book) “Well if you need help finding where the rest of it went I’ll come help you look.”