Not so long ago, during the summer when Flower was two, she wanted to wear her bathing suit every day. Not just to go outside in the sprinkler or the little paddle pool in the back. Every day. All day. She would happily wear the suit even if it was covered in her lunch - little bits of bread, a smear of grape juice, and the distinct odour of little girl. She had several bathing suits - but she had to wear the one that was a little bikini with pink flowers. All day. All night. Every day and night. And she got quite upset at the suggestion she should take it off - either to wash it, or because she'd been wearing it too long - or because we had to go somewhere that she couldn't wear it because it would be an unacceptable choice of clothing.
Now of course, there were occasions when she had to wear something else - she couldn't wear a bikini to go shopping. She couldn't wear it to her day care. But more than once, I discovered that she'd put her clothes right over top of the bikini. Like Supergirl - only she knew it was underneath and gave her super powers.
