His mother glanced down at his short culottes, his pale legs, his white socks, and Mary Jane’s. “School isn’t over until your homework is complete.” She stated, pulling a chair out for him. “Plus, I like seeing you in your uniform.” She smiled.
From this moment on, Michael began his homework the moment he got home. Some nights he’d be working way beyond tea time and if he still had work to complete beyond Friday, his mother would insist he wore his uniform whilst he did it on Saturday or Sunday too. Michael protested that this wasn’t fair, but his mother insisted. “You concentrate far better in your uniform dear.”