We were browsing the racks on St Kilda's Ackland Street, and all I did was pause . Well, OK, maybe I pulled the garment out and squinted at it a little more closely.
"No," she said firmly. "Signature cougar wear. I won't let you." I put it back without demur.
Once, I told her what to wear. Mothers, one day your daughters will turn the tables on you. Be glad.
