This morning while I was still in my undies, Isobel and I were chatting about getting dressed.
Then, off she scampered (what a great and under used word) to her bedroom.
I heard the drawer open, and close again.
She scampered back (yes, I know the same word twice, shoot me, I just realised I like it), proudly clutching a cardie in her hands.
She then proceeded to match it to my knickers.