Not that shirt, Mum!

Honestly... parents! You can't trust them to choose anything properly. I mean, I may be small and unable to reach the rail, but it's not like I can't pick my own clothes.

This morning was the final straw and I finally had to put Mummy straight - I wanted the T-shirt with the lion on. She got the message eventually (although I had to mime the pawing of the feline in question to underscore the point - she apparently didn't pick up the roar as a strong enough hint).

Shame I then spilled drink all down it today at nursery.

*sigh*