Discovered tonight that one of my daughters has a drunken alter ego called Crystal, who is renowned amongst Wellington’s youth for her white trash shenanigans after an under aged drink or several. This is the same daughter who showed me this week that if you press your lips together really firmly, they look amazingly like private lady parts, and you can take a Snapchat photo of them and send them to any pesky nude seeking boy, and as long as it disappears quickly enough, before he can take a screenshot, or (presumably) wonder about your really incredible bikini wax, everyone’s happy and no one the wiser. I think I need a lie down.
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