Other children have security blankets or well-worn teddy bears. The snortlepig, it seems, has security knickers. They are mine. They are red. She dives for them the moment the underwear chest is opened, wears them on her head and pings them around the room. Today I had to hastily remove them from around her neck, where she’d slung them like a necklace, because I thought the courier was coming. And I no longer wear them, because I am afraid if they go in the wash she will transfer her affections to another, better-loved pair of knickers and stretch them into oblivion.
What does it mean?
Perizada Says: