The same routine went on for the rest of the week and each time she takes great pleasure in choosing him the frilliest, prissiest, most girlie outfit she can, which isn’t hard given the selection.
On Saturday morning, his mother and sister prepared to paint his old bedroom. “Peter said he’d help too mum.” Jenny said as they moved the furniture to one side of the room.
“Well I don’t know what he’s going to wear… all the clothes he has are far too good for decorating.” her mother replied.
“I’ll find him something.” Jenny replied.
She walked into his bedroom where he sat wearing a prissy dress. “So you want to help paint my room?” she asked.
“I said I would.” he replied.
“Well you’ll have to wear these… you don’t want to get your pretty dress all messy do you?” Jenny teased, placing a small bundle of clothes next to him.