Come on dads slip into those skimpy Daisy Dukes

Sometimes dads deserve the last word. Scott Mackintosh from Utah in the USA certainly does.

He and his wife Becky were fed up with their daughter Myley’s taste in skimpy clothes.

So on a family outing to a local restaurant he decided to teach her a lesson. He cut the legs off his jeans turning them into a pair of short shorts and wore them to dinner.

Surely the Daisy Dukes would embarrass cool Myley? No chance the teen queen refused to flap.

Clearly Myley was thinking: “It’s just Dad being annoying, I’m not going to react”.

Later the family went for a game of mini golf and Myley was getting twitchy.

By the time they’d got to the ice cream shop Myley refused to go into the store with her dad.

The photos were posted on social media and hundreds of parents who live with this dilemma daily identified with Scott’s situation.

My colleague and his wife have similar battles with their teenage daughter. There’s often a stand-off when she appears in what mum and dad think is “inappropriate”.

Now, they’re not fuddy-duddy by any means but a body contour mini dress and six-inch platform mules to a family christening? Seriously.

That girl might be surprised soon if Dad turns up in a clingy T-shirt and shorts when her pals are visiting.

Our clothes give out a message about us and naturally parents care what signal their girl is sending.

I had frequent rows over this with my teenage daughter when she had a season of favouring cleavage-revealing tops which left very little to the imagination.

Suddenly you hear yourself sounding like your mother and muttering words like “tarty”.

At one point my niece had a penchant for Goth fashion, and now it’s blue hair. What can you do?

At 16 I think (modestly) that I had good legs. It was the era of the mini skirt and I’d dress for the Saturday night disco at the church hall in gravity defying dresses, pointed toe stiletto heels, bouffant hair, glittery turquoise eyeshadow and Mary Quant pale pink lipstick. I thought I looked like Twiggy, Sandie Shaw or Marianne Faithful.

In my dreams.

“You’re not going out in that state!” fumed my mum. “Stop me,” I’d say.

Teenage girls have attitude by the bucket load.

We grow out of it in time but it seems endless for parents.

So maybe Scott is right. Forget the lecture. They’re not listening anyway.

Instead, put on your short shorts, reveal that paunch and shame the teens into submission.