We have trouser issues in our house at the moment. OR at least my six-year-old son has trouser issues. In fact, he has clothes issues. He loves nothing better than to strip naked at any opportunity, wear pants on his head throw his clothes to the wind… This week, we have had not one but three calls from school because L has come home with the wrong trousers. I am probably a bad mother for not noticing, but if you are anything like me, you wash the clothes, iron the clothes and put the clothes in the wardrobe. I don’t have time to check whose trousers they are. Sometimes when I’m ironing I spot an alien item of clothing, but this week I didn’t notice a thing.
Now, two of the trouser issues have been resolved and all items are back with their original owners but L has been going on about another boy in the class above who “keeps telling me I’ve got his trousers, mummy, but these are my trousers aren’t they?” Me being the sympathetic mummy told him not to worry and of course, they were his trousers.
There have been a spate of police cars around and about in the last week and L had been getting very worried and kept sinking down in his seat, saying: “Please don’t let them arrest me, mummy” I kept telling him not to be silly and then yesterday, seeing that he was genuinely quite upset, I asked him why he thought he was going to be arrested. “Because I have stolen J’s trousers mummy, I don’t know how, but he says I have his trousers!”
When I got home, I looked in the wardrobe and sure enough, there was a pair of alien trousers lurking unsuspectingly. They have now been returned and I hope that L will now be able to pass a police car without turning into a quivering wreck!!