My mother would NEVER go out in public other than impeccably dressed and coifed, and actually my dad is a pretty snazzy dresser himself. Their children are a bit wanting in that regard. So I thought I heard my mother this morning when JP sternly told Remy "You can't go out in public like that!" -- in this case though, it wasn't a question of hair, clothes or make up: Remy was covered in shavings from a good night's sleep so JP brushed him before turnout.
I wouldn't be surprised if Remy gleefully rolled in the mud afterwards - just like me switching clothes and make up as soon as I was out of my parent's sight!
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