“Maybe your mum won’t be quite so finicky as mine is… but I guess whilst you’re here, its best to adhere to my mum’s standards.”
“Yeah I guess.” Mike replied. “But I think my mum’s going to be just as finicky…. I mean… look at my socks… they’re horrendous.”
“Yeah… I’ve got some like that but Mum prefers me in knee socks.” Charles replied. “These aren’t much better.” he said, referring to his thin pop-socks. “They ladder really easily.”
The two boys spent a moment observing themselves in the large mirror. Charles in his charcoal grey frock and frilly white pinny, white headband and prettily painted face. Mike wears a navy blue frock with a frilly white apron and his unpainted face looks plain next to Charlie’s. “You won’t mention this next week will you?” Mike asked.