A blonde moment

Liv tried on a new swim suit today, an athletic one-piece Speedo with a T-back, very similar to this one;


Excited about her potential purchase, she grabbed the suit and meandered off into the nearest dressing room. We followed a few paces behind and waited just outside her door.

A few minutes later she reappeared, fully suited and obviously frustrated. Scowling intensely, she blurted,
"YUCK!"
This does not fit.
Not at all!"
Then, matter-of-fact and somewhat sing-songy,
"Too tight."

Carl and I attempted to scurry her back into the dressing room while simultaneously stifling the rising roar of laughter we were both nearly choking on.
Why were we choking on laughter, you ask?
Because our sweet 7 year old daughter had put the bathing suit on backward. Now, you'll need to look at the above photo a second time to get the gist of just how that would fit if the back suddenly became the front. YIKES!!!!!

And the icing on the cake came when I attempted to enlighten Liv by saying, "It's not too tight, honey. You just have it on backwards."
Frustrated, she quickly shot back, "I'd say, seeing that it's choking me."
Sure was choking her, what with the top of the T-strap pressing on her windpipe and all.

Oh, and I'll ask you who are blondes to forgive me on the post title. The thing is, I grew up with a beautiful blonde sister myself. My mother too was is also a blonde. I am not. Get the three of us together though and you would understand why my Dad affectionately nicknamed us Ma Bell and the Bell Sisters, Ding and Dong.
I'm thinking we just might have to add a new member to our bell posse (Olivia, are you listening?)