They aren't I replied. "But!?!"
I didn't have time to discuss the colour of his shorts. I barked at him to put his shoes on and that was the end of the matter.
I returned home to find his shorts on the lounge floor.
It turns out I must listen harder. Big man doesn't make stuff up. When he was talking about purple things in his PE bag, I should have listened. I can only assume that I threw him his shorts and my purple top at the same time. I also assume that he didn't realise that he had dropped the shorts on the floor and that it was my top he was putting in.
So I felt a little stupid when I picked him up from school and was told that he had been waving my top around. Hey ho it could have been worse. I know this from experience. A few years ago I had a large group of friends round with their little ones for a coffee and a play. We had been using the radiators to dry clothes. I thought I had tidied them all away. It is never a good day when you have to prize a pair of your Bridget Jones pants off a small girl who thinks that it is her blankie! Come back sun, so that I don't need to leave stuff to dry on my radiators!