Late last year, a friend was lamenting the request of her 15 year old daughter to get a Brazilian. Naturally her response was absolutely not and do have any idea how much that costs?
I’m not sure that would have been my response as I like to enthusiastically embrace all my kids’ pursuits. Like when my son wanted to smoke. He and his friend were spotted by a relative trying to get cigarettes out of the machine while we lunched at the local pub.
“Do you want to smoke?” I asked – actually, encouraged.
“Sure,” he responded, innocently.
My sister-in-law provided said cigarette and we all headed out to the deck (at home – not the pub – this kind of parenting definitely doesn’t require an audience will mobile access to child protection!)
“Okay, so if you want to smoke, you need to do it properly. Let’s practice some really deep breathes, right to the bottom of your lungs. That’s it! Good boy. Now if you’re going to smoke, you need to smoke the whole cigarette. Okay? Promise?”
This was too easy….
So I lit up, passed it over and he inhaled deeply. Tears streamed from his eyes and he was coughing furiously.
“That’s great! Keep going!” I cheer led him through the entire ordeal. And yes, pretty much managed to put him off smoking for the rest of his life. So much so, his friend’s mother asked me to repeat the exercise for him too.
Faced with a request for a Brazilian, I think I’d be making the appointment and then casually throw into conversation about having not been in ‘that position' since giving birth, ‘knees to your chest’ or ‘tweezers’….so many indignities, so many options!!!
Or failing that, driving straight to the supermarket to buy a home kit and saying sure, but you’ll need to do it yourself – that ought to fix it!!