Hurray – summer is finally here, and for the first time this year I decided that it was too hot for trousers and put on a dress.
You can tell how infrequently that happens in my world by what happened next.
As usual I go to pick my eldest up from school (she’s 5) and wait by the door.
The door opens, Iona looks around and tells her teacher I’m not there! I wave and call her by name, and a flash of recognition crosses her little face.
As she gets to me she says, in a very condescending manner:
“Mummy, what are you wearing?”