Oh, I must admit, Iona tickled me this morning. We were hanging out the washing, and she, at age 4, insisted on helping. She decided to tackle the socks. Reaching the last four brown socks belonging to my son she holds them aloft and says (in a very derisory tone), “Mummy – you’ve made a mistake with the washing!”
“Oh”, says me, “What’s that?”
“These socks are meant to have stripes! You’ve washed them completely out!”
Kids!! Honestly – you’d think I dyed absolutely everything that went in the washer!
