One of the things I love about England is how uniforms are mandatory at most schools. Which, let’s face it, is adorable. Like the little boy of approximately six years whom I saw in London this one time: gray cap with a red emblem, probably a gray and red striped tie, gray jacket, gray short pants with a red stripe down the seam, and gray knee socks with two red stripes at the top. Riding a Razor scooter.
The uniforms around here are not so fancy (sweatshirts and trousers, usually), but I still like them, especially when they involve boys in neckties and girls in knee socks. And just when I thought anonymous uniformed English children couldn’t get any more endearing, there was a pack of ten-year-old boys in the grocery store this afternoon who spent their presumably hard-earned pocket money on candy apples. Candy apples! What will they think of next?
English moppets FTW.
