He longed to grab the ribbon right out of her hair, or pull one of the curls that had fallen across her shoulder. That would grab her attention for sure. But with his parents nearby, he'd be dragged back home immediately. There were ways one had to behave in public, his mother kept reminding him. He did not really see how this counted as public, he'd been here loads of times.
At least Rosier had saved him from making a ludicrous statement. He had been planning to tell her she looked like a girl today. She had given Rosier a look that clearly expressed how moronic that statement was. He was going to get something better than that. She'd be impressed with him.
"I can see your panties."
He couldn't. But he knew enough about girls undergarments from flipping skirts to make a good guess about what she would be wearing to her birthday party. Guests of honor wore fancy things.
She gave him a look too. Not the same one she gave to Rosier, although still a look that said she was better than he was (they'd see about that). But she did not answer his question which meant there was a very good chance he was right. They'd see about that too.
The look on her face was worth the foot stomping she gave him. One of the shiny shoes he claimed he could see her undergarments reflected on coming down hard on his instep. Not that it actually hurt. She was a girl after all.