It's children in need, so it's mufti day. Except it's not just mufti day, they have to wear something spotty. Well DD doesn't have any spotty clothes, neither does her brother. So I have a choice of going out and buying something she will never wear again, dragging the toddler and baby to the terrifying craft shop, full of delicate, breakable things to buy pom-poms that I can spend hours sewing to her clothes.
Or option 3. I send her in, in her miraculous