This past weekend, I was gearing up to work out at home when Wolverine, who is 11 but sometimes going on 41, cast an unapproving glance at my shorts and asked me, “Don’t you think those are a little short?”
Mind you, these shorts graze my knees, are baggy camoflauge sweatpant material, and are about as provocative as a paper sack. He has taken issue in the past with an ankle-length skirt I was wearing that had a walking slit, because then boys could see my leg.
I need to be careful: I think his next step may be setting a curfew for me. At least he already approves of my boyfriend!