She daydreamed of wearing her lime green sweatshirt, her knee-length, blue jean cutoffs, and her knee-high white socks that she had worn all summer, but shorts were not allowed at school, and for wearing a pair of overalls, she had already been sent to the office. Perfectly practical pants precipitated an appeal—practically a punishment—to the parent, from the principal. Preposterous, she thought. However, last summer, with her blue-jean cutoffs, and white knee high socks, just the caps of her knees showed—a compromise with the heat, and she had been able to do anything her heart desired—comfortable and free to move. It had been almost perfect.
Rejoice: You’re not wearing that to the picnic, are you? You’ll look ridiculous!