Toby kicked his feet out in front of him and straightened his socks, making sure that the pelerine pattern was straight and the tops were level. He completed his homework than changed out of his uniform and hung his skirt up once and for all. Later that evening his mother tells him that she’d had a look at the school website and told him that the new school shorts aren’t anything like she’d imagined. “I thought they’d be cargo style shorts, but they’re really quite short.” she said.
“How short?” he asked.
“An inside leg between one and three inches, which means they’ll be about…” she placed her hand high on her lap, “…that short.”
“No way!” he gasped. “That’s shorter than my skirt!” he added. “Even with knee socks they’d be freezing in the middle of February.” he presumed.
“Not if you wear tights.” his mother informed him.
“I can’t wear tights!”
“You can. It says so.” she replied.
“I’m not wearing tights.” he stated.
“You won’t be saying that in November.” she knowingly claimed.
