He insisted they were horrible, before trying and failing the reach the buttons running up the back of his dress. “…and I’m not going to Granny’s wearing this.” he spat as he struggled to unfasten the buttons.
“There’s really no getting out if it Peter… I designed the buttons especially to stop you from undoing them.” I proudly stated.
“But why do I have to wear a dress!” he spat as he gave up on the buttons.
“Because I like making dresses and I want to show granny what I’ve made… she did give me the pattern after all.”
“But…. why do I have to wear it?” he pleaded, “You could just take it on a hanger,” he suggested.