I saw my daughter about to go out. She was wearing little more than a training bra and a miniskirt, so I said to her, “Louise, I can’t let you go out dressed like that.”
“Why not?” she asked.
Knowing that she could be very naive, it was hard for me to say anything but, “I don’t like what you’re wearing.”
“Dad?”
“Just trust me, I don’t.”
“What’s wrong with it?”
“There’s something about what you’re wearing that really rubs me the wrong way…”