While we were eating our zucchini tonight, my darling Miss firmly announced, "I don't like bikini," in a most sensitive, polite, whiny three old way. Of course, her renouncing of bikini filled my heart with complete and utter joy, and in overwhelming agreement I gave up my desire to align with "bikini" too. Of course, my bikini had the faint scent of coconut oil and sandy grit to it; however, I stand with my girl! There are just some things you cannot like.