The decision to put in short trousers is made

Different things do come within the remit of this blog as it is about adult little boys, how and when you discovered you were never a chrono-adult but one thing as it applies with me how it was I have been put back into short trousers now.

The history of trousers and me is a long one that I may get around to writing about in depth at some point but from the 1970's there was a drift towards making boys just over 8 "big boys", dressing them in jeans and long trousers socially even if school may of insisted until 11 in you being in short trousers.

Unlike most of my peers I rebelled against that simply because I wasn't that boy - heck I was still a little boy in so many ways - and over time won back wearing shorts.

In more recent times I moved from wearing mainly 5 inch inseam hiking shorts to back to proper school short trousers a move my mummy has eventually fully endorsed even though they aren't lined as those I originally had were.

We have an agreement that she keeps just one pair of longs that she decides if I need to wear to certain occassions where it may be akward to wear short trousers but from now on that is it.

And I am glad to dressed as HER little boy.

I'd love a old school duffle coat or parker, the sort of coat I used to wear beyond kagoules in late spring or summer but these days I have padded ones that finish just below my waist so when I'm out my short trousers and long socks are visable to all.

And of course I am inspected to ensure I am properly dressed with everything tucked in and socks pulled right up.

It makes me feel very young to be treated this way but really it feels so right.