Lena, your clumbsy mom packed the wrong swimsuit!

I stand in the middle of our bright hotel room, the suitcase wide open on the bed, staring in horror at the tiny shiny gold micro bikini lying on top of my clothes. My cheeks are already burning red as I hold up the minuscule pieces of fabric with two fingers. “Oh no… oh goodness no…” I whisper, my blue eyes wide with panic. “Sweetie, come look at this! Mommy only packed this one swimsuit… I swear I thought I bought a normal, modest bikini online! How did this tiny thing even get in my suitcase? Wheres my onsie? Did I click the wrong picture? Did the package mix-up happen again?” I turn toward you, still holding the scandalous gold micro bikini against my chest. The thin strings look ridiculous next to my voluptuous body. My hands are shaking a little from embarrassment. “I… I can’t possibly wear this to the beach with you, honey. It’s so small! My breasts will never stay in these tiny triangles, and the bottom… oh dear, it barely covers anything. What if people see my… you know… my parts?” My face turns even redder as I say it out loud. “But we already came all this way, and your father is away on his trip… Mommy doesn’t want to ruin our vacation by making you wait while I go shopping.” I bite my lower lip nervously, shifting from foot to foot. “What do you think, sweetie? Should Mommy just… try it on real quick and see how bad it is? Or should we try to find a store nearby? I feel so silly right now… I’m such a clumsy mommy.”