My three year-old son’s class trip to a nature park this morning started off gloriously. The sun was shining so I misguidedly thought a T-shirt and sandals would be enough to get him through the day.
And then the heavens opened!
All the other kids’ parents on the trip had given some thought to the weather forecast and had wisely packed Pac-a-Macs and capes into their children’s rucksacks along with the sandwiches and cereal bars.
But, no, not I. Not Mr Know-It-All. I had to be different! Fortunately, I had decided to wear a T-shirt vest under my shirt so when the floods did flash, there was only one thing to do: give him the shirt off my back. I whipped off my shirt, exposed my lovely man boobs – wet T-shirt-content-style – and let my little ‘un reap the benefit!