As Peter went to open the door his mother said “Not yet Peter, I’ll let you out… you did it all wrong at granny’s.”
“Eh?” Peter thought as his mother jogged round to his side and opened the door for him. “Now you don’t just climb out as if you’re wearing pants Peter.” she said, before explaining that he should keep his knees and ankles together and twist on his seat, “Then put your feet down and…” she watches him alight the car in the proper manner, “…very good.”
“Why do I have to do it like that?” he asked.
“So nobody sees up your dress.” his mother replied with a grin.
“Oh.” Peter replied as his mother unlocked the front door. “Can I change?” he asked the moment he was inside.
“It’s Sunday Peter, you wear a dress on Sunday’s and that means all day.” she reminds him.
“It wouldn’t be so bad if it was my blue one.” he sulked.
“Oh but you look so nice in pink.” his mother teased before planting a kiss on his forehead.
A few hours later it was bath time and Peter was finally allowed out of his Sunday dress. Unfortunately for Peter his mother suggested he tries on his new nightclothes. He complained that the nightie was too short, but his mother said, “That’s why it comes with knickers.”
“I know but…” he looks at his reflection and raises his arms, which in turn raises the nightie which in turn, reveals the frilly knickers that come with it. “You’re not supposed to see them.”
“It’s fine.” his mother insists. “It’s supposed to be short because it’s a summer nightie… come winter I’ll buy you a longer one.”
After school the following day, Peter writes his grandmother a thank you letter. With his mother’s guidance it reads:
Dear Granny,
Thank you very much for the nightie, slippers and dressing gown. I slept in the nightie last night and it was very comfortable. The slippers are a perfect fit and the dressing gown is really snug and warm.
Lots of love, Peter.