“Oh please mum not those!” he said as she removed a pair of absorbent ‘night-timers’ from one of his drawers. Adding insult to injury, she’d bought him the girl’s version too.
No matter how much he pleaded, she insisted he wore them, “I’ll come in and check later… and believe me, if you’re not wearing them, you’ll be one of the girls at school tomorrow!”
His mother placed the night-timers beneath his pillow and assured him she wouldn’t mention this to his sister. “We’ll see you downstairs when you’ve put your tights on.” were her parting words.
Although he knew he looked like a dag, he did feel more ‘dressed’ with some tights on. In fact, come 8 o’clock when his mother told him it was time to get ready for bed, he new the daggy look was preferable to the pink ‘princess’ nightie his sister had chosen.
