At what age does it become damaging to watch your mother have a bikini wax?

Ever since the beast was a few weeks old, he has been accompanying me to my local beautician for my bi-monthly de-furring. It was only last week, whilst the brave, I want to call her a nurse, beautician attended the troubled area, when I observed the beast, a tender three-year old boy, watching intently with drop-jawed interest. I cannot bear to think what was going though his mind at the time. There was Mummy, bare-legged in just a pair of pink socks, lying on a bed, bright red, panting and gurning as if she was having spiked buttons sewn on to her bare cheeks. Whilst this nurse-type lady, bends over her, spreading, what looks like fluorescent green honey on her inner thighs and then using a panty pad to rip it all off again!

Mummy then, gets up, red-legged and perspiring, puts her trousers back on and pays the lady a tenner for the privilege!

Poor fella, he was very quiet on the drive home. But, at least we can now resume swimming lessons.