Short-Shirted



Today when I spoke to Rhiannon she asked me a question:

"Dad? Do you have Miss Mark's phone number?"

Well, that was a loaded question. What would mommy think if dad had the phone number of a 22-year-old, college-fresh, enthusiastic teacher? (I digress.) But I remembered that we had been given a sheet last week with contact info on it for Rhiannon's school.

"Yep -- I think mom has the number. Why?"

"I should call her one morning before school starts."

Hmm. "Why's that, Rhiannon?"

"I need to see if it's short-shirt day."

"What day?"

"Short-shirt day. When all the girls where short shirts and have to wear a hoobie bra underneath." (Rhiannon has always called brassieres "hoobie bras").

OK. I'll play along. "Well, maybe we could call the hoobie bra hotline, Rhiannon."

"What's a 'hotline'?"

"That's a number you call when you need information on something."

"Oh. Maybe you have Miss Ellen's number instead."

Rhiannon. Not short on cuteness.