'Muuuuumm! Do you have a spare pair of knickers for me?' wails a young girl's voice across the swimming pool changing areas, where we are all busy in our private cubicles getting dressed or undressed.
'No I don't,' shouts the mother, clearly from a separate cubicle, 'Why do you need one? Dare I ask?'
'A big mess mum,' comes the reply. 'I can't wear them. Should I just leave them here?'
'It wouldn't be very nice for someone to have to deal with your mess, would it?'
'But it's not very nice for me! Anyway, they get paid don't they? Why did you not bring a spare pair? It's not my fault that you didn't bring a spare pair.'
'Just hold on and I'll get a bag,' comes the resigned voice of the mother, who is always to blame for everything, I reckon.
I blame the parents.