ME: Millie, can you get dressed, please, we need to clean the chickens out. Oh, and tell Amber to get dressed, too.
Millie comes downstairs in full ballet regalia.
ME (smiling): You look beautiful, my love, but are you really going to clean the chickens out in that?
Millie scampers back upstairs.
Who knows what she’ll change into now. A pantomime horse with Amber, perhaps?
Nope, she’s come down in a skimpy summer dress. Again, looking lovely, but it’s 9am on quite a chilly Saturday spring morning.