There’s no question about who they belong to,

I thought as I picked up the top pair.

“Are they all pink?” I said.

“Looks like it,” Peter replied.

“Better than a dress though,” he said as he stepped into a pair.

Wearing only our knickers, we went to my mother’s bedroom where she gave us our normal school pants and sweatshirts.

“Now you’re not to get dirty boys…” she said.

“…otherwise you’ll have to wear your other uniforms tomorrow.”

“OK.” we moaned in unison.

“Oh and before you go downstairs…”

mum said as we shuffled out of her room,

“…can you both put a clean nappy and a pair of rubbers under your pillows ready for tonight?”