Me: It’s too cold to go bare-legged; put some tights on.
Boogie: No! Leggings!
Me: Great, leggings. Get ’em on.
Walking to school…
Boogie: Why are you walking like that?
Me: My gusset on my tights has wandered round and I need to set it straight.
Boogie: I told you tights were rubbish. [dramatic pause] Why won’t you listen to me?