The story starts with us shopping one weekend. James loves to shop. We were in a clothing shop, just walking past the girls sock stand when James became uncontrollably excited.
Right there, before his very eyes, Peppa Pig socks.
Apart from Thomas and Co, Peppa Pig (and family) is his very favourite.
He *had* to have them.
So what that they were pink.
So what that they had frills round the top and pink bows.
They were Peppa. I was not leaving the shop with out them.
So the very next day he insisted on wearing them. (Unfortunately I forgot about them so the bright clothing clash is really my fault.)
He marched right up to school in his socks and proceeded to hold his legs up for everyone to admire. There were giggles galore that morning, but he was as proud as punch, and very very happy.
Right there, before his very eyes, Peppa Pig socks.
Apart from Thomas and Co, Peppa Pig (and family) is his very favourite.
He *had* to have them.
So what that they were pink.
So what that they had frills round the top and pink bows.
They were Peppa. I was not leaving the shop with out them.
So the very next day he insisted on wearing them. (Unfortunately I forgot about them so the bright clothing clash is really my fault.)
He marched right up to school in his socks and proceeded to hold his legs up for everyone to admire. There were giggles galore that morning, but he was as proud as punch, and very very happy.
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