Wears khaki?

I'm cursed. It's not my fault, but that's my lot; cursed!

When they lost my twin, there was only me. I was relied upon. So why the cursing? Mischievous I was maybe, but always good natured. I love to play hide and seek; it's great fun. Once I hid in an old coat, and my best was hiding under the sofa cushions.

It came to a head when her waters broke and her contractions got very frequent indeed. Always blasé about time, he searched for me everywhere. No taxi available, it required rapid experiential training in midwifery, cursing me mercilessly.