Dressing up

This morning my baby girl decided that she wanted to wear her furry lion suit to school. She is not yet four and is not required to wear a uniform so, it was not a problem to indulge my tiny girl. On top of her Petit Bateau underwear, Boden leggings and T-Shirt, she wore the cosy faux fur lion suit, that Grandma Brenda bought for her last Christmas. She wore her lion hat – complete with main, and her tail trailed on the path behind her. I tied her tail in a knot half way down Alleyn Park as I didn't want her to have a nasty accident on her scooter.

She was the cutest button. Honestly, just too sweet, and completely took my breath away, I was so proud of her. At the door of the nursery every morning, all of the children and parents line up and shake the hand of the serene head mistress as they walk through the door.

When we got to the top of the queue this morning, the lovely Mrs Divine welcomed myself and Max and asked where Freya was, while stroking our lovely little tame lion.

‘Hello there Mr Lion, have you seen Freya anywhere on your journey?’ – she asked.

’Shhhhhhhhhh, it is me Mrs Divine, I am Freya in my special lion suit – I am not a lion at all’, she said. The innocence of her!

Mrs Divine feigned shock, and commented on how authentic dressing up clothes have become of late. My mind began to wander – in the manner of Walter Mitty.

I would love a ‘Liz Hurley’ dressing up suit. Yes, I would require vacuum packing in order to fit into it, and a considerable amount of ‘corsetry’ for it to be believable, but what a hoot that would be. I don’t think I would ever take it off.

Why is it that the children have all the fun?