Kiki came home last week and said that Paul and Angelo climbed under the monkey bars to look at her knickers as she swung across. That's not cool, we said. Did you tell the teachers? Yes. Did they stop? Yes. Today I couldn't find her usual uniform so I grabbed one of the too-big ones that I accidentally bought thinking she was a giant. They were long and stiff and below her knees and she was pleased, she said, though she had despised them previously, as it would be harder now for Paul and Angelo to see her knickers.
So it begins, I thought. At 5 years of age, already modifying herself to accomodate for the behaviour of boys.
And the sad thing is I don't even blame them - it's their nature to be curious. It's not like their dads taught them that. They just feel like it.
Kiki said the boys haven't been under the monkey bars again since that day.