Mum returned and said, “What horrible boys they are.”
“Why did you let them in?” I asked.
“Because they called for you,” Mum replied.
“If anyone will benefit from a dose of petticoating it’s those three…
and I’ll be telling their mothers as much when I see them.”
“But… we didn’t want them to know.”
“And now they do,” Mum replied.
“If they were proper friends they wouldn’t have teased you as they did.”
“Yes, they would!” Peter barked.
“Look at us. We are sissies.”
“No your not…
you two very well behaved and very pretty boys.” mum stated.
“You’re my perfect princesses.” she smiled.
“Now, who’d like a choc ice?”
“Me please,” we said mournfully in unison.
“Well come on then.” mum said with a smile as if that would cure all ills.