If photos of bras offend you, close your eyes now and scroll down. Good.
Here is sweet G. on the day her Papa returned from the USA bearing many gifts for all. I requested, and got, underwear. Of all the things G. could have chosen to play with, she picked out my bra and even put it on herself. Really. I turned around and there she was wearing the bra like an Old Pro. Maybe a senile old Pro, but a Pro nonetheless.