He wears a white shirt and grey trousers and a tie. He tugs at the collar; it’s too tight.
He’s four.
He’s got a test today, numeracy. The pressure’s on to perform, because he knows that school is expensive and he is very lucky to go there and get such a good start, so he’d better not waste it. It’s funny to think of mummy giving his teachers money when he has to do all the work. He wonders if it’s more than the train to the seaside costs, more than a new scooter.
He tries to think of sums.