Jana showed me the frog pyjamas her mum had bought her.
“Wow,” I said.
“Yeah,” she agreed.
“Did she think they was cute or something?”
“Yeah.”
“I guess you can wear them at home…”
“This is why I can’t wear anything that mum ever buys me.”
“That’s a shame,” I said. “Mum buys all my clothes. Mum bought all this…” I pointed out my new mohair jumper, my form-fitting black pants, my cute black Mary Jane shoes, my sparkly blue headband. “This is my favourite coat,” I continued. I modelled my hooded black woollen winter coat. “The other day, a random girl ran up to me at Melbourne Central. She said, “Excuse me! Could I ask where you bought your coat from?” and I had to say, “Sorry, my mum bought it for me.” “
“So, your mum dresses you?” Jana asked, fascinated and skeptical.
“No,” I corrected her. “She puts a department store in my wardrobe then I dress me.”
My dad puts a department store in my wardrobe for me too. Mum is too tomboy, she does not care about shopping…:-)
What’s wrong with frog pyjamas? I have cow pyjamas. I bought them myself. 🙂
Hehe… MOOO!
I have Winnie-the-Pooh pyjamas. My mum bought them for me 🙂
Mooooo…
Pooooh!
My sister bought me Homer Simpson Pyjamas. Without me knowing. And then FORCED me to wear them.