I remember it clearly: it was my daughter’s first non-uniform day (specifically, wear-your-pyjamas-to-nursery day) and I’d completely missed the memo.

It was like a scene out of Motherland as my daughter turned up to nursery in her school uniform, book bag in hand, while all of her friends dashed in in their Frozen and Spider-Man pjs.

But unlike Anna Maxwell Martin’s character in the hit parenting comedy, I didn’t have anything to whip out of a rucksack for my daughter – nor was I wearing anything I could pull off and pretend was a three-year-old’s pyjamas.

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I know in the grand scheme of things it didn’t really matter, but I felt awful for not knowing about pyjama day.

My daughter, on the other hand, didn’t seem to care much as she skipped up the ramp to her teacher, but she did mention after nursery that next time she wanted to wear her Frozen pyjamas. And probably her unicorn slippers, too.

We had a bit of a laugh about me missing the email about it being pyjama day – “silly mummy!” – but I’ve since........

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