I have a postcard with this photo on it in my bedroom.
“Mum, why is that boy wearing a bikini,” Rory asked me as he stared at it.
“That’s not a bikini. That’s just what the men wore in the ‘olden days,” I replied.
“Were the olden days fun?”
“I don’t know buddy, I wasn’t alive then, ” (Rory seems to have forgotten that I’m not 4000 years old.)
“Oh. Well, I don’t think they were fun. I bet they didn’t even have toys.”
“Maybe not, but I bet they got to play outside a whole lot.”
“Well, I heard they were naked and had to play with dirt. I don’t think that’s fun.”
This from a kid who is usually half-naked, covered in dirt and whittling a stick into some kind of spear.
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