The May Queen is currently on a kick where all she wants to do is wear dresses. This is fine with me, in that a whole section of her closet heretofore ignored except for Sunday mornings is now getting a workout. But there is one little problem. She has no reservations about showing off her underwear.
Before she sits down she hikes the dress up above her waist. When I try to tell her this is unnecessary, she replies "But otherwise it pulls on me." I try to calmly explain that she could lift it just a tiny bit, and get a similar, tug free feeling. One day she said "oh, you're right," but seems to have forgotten that lesson ever since. This does provide lots of giggling, particularly for those sitting behind us in church. In fact, last week someone asked me if she had new underwear, because she spent the whole time during the children's sermon PATTING her panties. Um... no. But I'm pretty sure they didn't have holes in them.
But the real kicker came a few weeks ago at a birthday party for a boy in her class at school. All the children were given toy swords for their goody, and as they raced around the backyard the boys would tuck their swords in their pockets to climb up on the play structure. Wearing a dress, The May Queen had no pockets. This did not deter her, however. She simply pulled up her dress, and tucked the sword into her panties.
A Queen has to protect herself, after all.