I begged my mother not to make me go to granny’s wearing a dress, claiming that somebody would see me getting into the car, getting out of the car, even in the car. Mum told me I was being silly and that nobody would see me except her and Granny.
He sighed a deep sigh. One so deep I knew he’d conceded. “Now… what would you like for lunch?”
“I dunno.” he shrugged before slumping himself onto the dining chair.
“Ah ah ah… scoop.” I insisted. He exhaled heavily through his nostrils as he lifted his weight off the chair and smoothed his dress beneath him. “That’s better… you don’t want it getting all creased do you?” I grinned as he shrugged off my question, so I suggested warming him a tin of soup with floaters.
“I suppose so.” he moaned.