I’m in my sewing room, ironing a shirt. Rose and Henry have followed me in. I finish ironing and pull off the shirt I’m wearing to replace it with the freshly-ironed one, and Rose screams and hides under my cutting table.
Me: “What’s wrong?”
Rose: [Points at me.] “I’m scared of that thing.”
Me: “What thing?”
Rose: “That big white thing.”
Me: “You mean my maternity camisole?”