The clothes in size 3T do not look like clothes for a tiny little man; they're clothes for a full-fledged little boy. Boy. Not baby, not really toddler. Boy. Similarly, the shoes in size 9 are also not for toddlers; they're for boys. I was explaining the wrongness of this to a friend today, and she said, "You don't have a baby; you have a boy." I'm not proud, but I may have cursed at her.* I'm taking refuge in the fact that 3T is a tad bit long, and that I need adjustable waistlines, as my skinny-patooted little boy will lose his drawers otherwise. He's definitely too tall for 2T, though. (sigh)
*She knows I love her.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
2 comments:
Oh but the things they do as they get bigger! It's bittersweet, yet irresistibly fantastic.
OK, that's what I'll keep telling myself.
Post a Comment