tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807062455828867273.post6521801627484252242..comments2024-03-18T01:52:33.437-07:00Comments on PJ's Tales of the Petticoated: The top of the telly...PJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02470641669916538608noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807062455828867273.post-15172129381343816802023-04-14T17:45:52.425-07:002023-04-14T17:45:52.425-07:00Another lovely little scene from the life of a pet...Another lovely little scene from the life of a petticoated boy ... thank you for this! The photo is so sweet and understandably embarrassing for your young hero. No wonder he doesn't invite his friends over. lol <br /><br />I know the feeling as I was ashamed of how my stepmother treated me and I was so afraid of my few friends finding out the truth. Most of all, I did not want my stepmother to know my friends, which I suppose is one of Matthew's fears. Knowledge is power and we are reluctant to give someone who lords over us too much power. <br /><br />As usual, your dialogue is your strong point, PJ ... all of these conversations sound so authentic, one might believe they were transcribed from an actual discussion! ♥ I love how you end this story ... <br /><br />“You haven't invited any friends around for months Matthew.” my mother reminded me.<br /><br />That one remark alone is enough, it seems, for Matthew's mother to justify his petticoating. If he's not going to entertain any of his friends, then he can certainly entertain her.<br /><br />Alsoooo ... the name "Matthew" just cries out to be femininized ... I've often thought of that one ... "Matilda" would be the nom en femme for this youngster. lolDaphnehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11688120228887585705noreply@blogger.com