the clothing of giants

There is a time in the spring and early summer when the clothing for winter is too hot but the clothing for summer has not made it's way out of storage, or more to the point, out of the stores and into our home. I don't buy E's clothes too far in advance because his size is unpredictable.

I vagely remember a night when I was little when we didn't have any pajamas because our luggage was missing when we arrived home from a trip to my Nana's in Texas. We stayed the night at my uncle's house and my sister and I were given men's t-shirts to wear as night gowns. It was odd but a lot of fun to be in the clothing of giants.

Well that season is upon us and E is carrying on this tradition. The other night when it was 90° at 9pm I put him in one of my t-shirts. He fought it. I mean REALLY fought it. He wanted the heavy blanket pajamas, but once he was in the shirt I told him to go look at himself in the full length mirror in my room.

He walked in, saw himself and his body started to tremble and convulse, his mouth was wide open but no sound came out. It would have been scary had I not known these were the signs of laughter building inside him. He couldn't stop laughing.

Now even when it's not sweltering hot he wants to sleep in my t-shirts.