His attention was drawn to the sound of the door being pushed open and his mother’s scalding face. “I told you to keep this door wide open!” she spat, glancing around his room. “Admiring yourself are you?” she asked inquisitively, noticing his position in relation to his mirror.
He hung his head. “How long do I have do this for?” he sulked.
“Long enough to get used to it.” she replied without hesitation. “It’s nothing but knickers and dresses until you’ve learned your lesson young man!”
“But I have Mum.” he pleaded. “I won’t do it again, I promise!”
“On the contrary Peter… you will… all day, every day.” she told him. “Now think yourself lucky I’m not sending you to school in one of your sister’s spare skirts tomorrow…”