Dressing for the occasion

“You’re so lucky not to wear a uniform.”
“I know!”
“I hate this uniform.”
“When you come home from school, do you change?”
“What do you change into?”
“Depends on what?”
“My mother.”
“If she’s made soup, I change into my onesie.”
“If she’s made me a sandwich, I change into pyjamas.”


Driving into an underground car park and I realise I spoke to the attendant with my darkest sunglasses still on. I remark to my daughter that I feel like a right eejit.

Her response?

“It’s okay, Mum. He might think you’re blind.”
“Eh…I hope not.”
“Really?!? I’m driving the car…!”