Mum pointed out that it is in fact a pair of shorts and a top all-in-one, “…so nobody will see your knickers if you play on the climbing frame.”
“But… they’ll still laugh at me.”
“You don’t know that.” Mother replied. “They might say you look nice.”
“No, they won’t.”
“Are you playing out too Peter?”
“Not if I have to dress like a girl,” he replied.
“Me neither,” I stated.
“Are you sure?” mum asked. “I thought you wanted to play out with your friends.”
“I’d rather stay in if I have to wear any of that stuff,” I said.
“Well seeing as you’re both staying in, how’s about wearing something ‘really’ pretty.” she grinned.
“It’s all ‘really’ pretty.” Peter sneered.
“I’m glad you think so Peter,” Mum replied. “Why don’t you choose today, and Paul can choose tomorrow?”
Not surprisingly, Peter refused to choose… until Mother said, “Well in that case, I’ll choose for you, and I’ll tell you now, you’ll be wearing a nice pink one… the only problem is, which pink one? You’ve got so many.”
“OK OK… I’ll choose,” Peter said. He settled for one of the blue ones… the only one that didn’t have a big bow on the front.
Having bought us two of everything, Mum placed one on my bed and one on Peter’s. “Now, would you like socks or tights?”
“Socks,” he replied.
“They’re in the second drawer down,” Mum said.
