It was weird sitting down to wee…
but not as weird as the fact I could reach the floor with my heels on.
Mum made a point of checking my dress for splashes when I returned.
When we ate supper,
she made us each wear a white apron.
Alice’s in Wonderland…
she called us.
I could see where she was coming from.
After supper, mother had us wash and dry the dishes…
then the doorbell rang,
and since I wasn’t wearing the marigolds…
I had to answer the door.
“Hello Paul.” said Mrs Brown, grinning from ear to ear and trying to see around the door behind which I hid.
“Don’t be shy…
I’m sure you look very nice.” she said as she entered.
I tried as best I could to keep the front door between myself and her, but once she was inside,
my shield was rendered useless.