As soon as they saw us in our ‘princess’ bedroom,
sat on our pink bedspreads,
wearing pretty dresses,
thin white tights and girl’s shoes,
they fell about laughing,
calling us sissies, puffs and girls.
On hearing the commotion, Mum came up to our room and said,
“Now boys if you can’t be nice to Peter and Paul, then you’re not welcome.”
“But… they’re dressed like girls!” Stephen spat.
“Yes they are… and they’re far better behaved because of it.” Mum replied.
“Now are you going to say sorry?”
“No!” all three replied.
“Well in that case you’d better leave…
and I’ll be telling your mothers how horrible you’ve all been when I see them.” Mum stated before ushering them out of our bedroom.
Peter and I were speechless.
We just sat on our beds and stared at each other before hanging our heads.