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making and dashed for the kitchen. But Nisha was firm "First
you need to go to the bathroom one by one, wash up and take
off your wet clothes."

"But what will we wear then?" Karishma asked. "We don't have
any spare clothes."

"I know. That is a problem. I have been wondering about that
ever since Miss Gupta called, and I have a solution."

"What?" All the kids asked, intrigued.

"You can all wear my T-shirts. You'll find a stack of 7
laundered T-shirts and 7 clean towels on that chair there.
Take your pick."

The girls nodded and scurried off to choose their T-shirts,
but the boys did not budge. "Your T-shirts will look like
dresses on us." Nikhil complained. The rest nodded in
agreement. Nisha was a remarkably tall woman.

"So what?" Nisha asked unmoved by the stony stares the boys
were giving her.

"So what?" Rajiv sputtered.

"Boys don't wear dresses." Vivek added indignantly.

"Why not?" Nisha asked unperturbed.

The boys looked confused. "It is just not done." Nikhil said
weakly.

"Someone has to do it first. Nowadays, boys don't wear
frills on their clothes, but in the olden days kings and
knights wore frills on their clothes. Does that mean there
was something wrong with them? Wouldn't you boys rather wear
a clean T-shirt than those dirty wet clothes?"

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