The same night that I made the foolish choice to try to shower while all of my children were not only awake but also on the second floor of the house with me, I entered the hallway to see Summerly holding up the bra I had put in the hamper before my shower. She had it between her thumb and forefinger at arm’s length and was staring at it quizzically, head tilted to one side, as if it were an unidentified animal pelt or something partially on fire. She looked at me, started laughing, and said, “This looks like something the Ancient Greeks would wear!”

Ummm. Thank you?