So I was reading a really trashy magazine, That's Life. There is a story about a woman who enters her baby in beauty pageants.
This section had me laughing:
"With a price tag of £125, it wasn't cheap. But my baby deserved the best, especially if she was going to win. I'd always bought Cassius and Autumn beautiful designer clothes, so spending a small fortune on additions to their wardrobes was second nature. I refused to dress my lad in track suits or my little girl in jeans or leggings. So tacky"
Erm...