As I was leaving to run errands on Saturday I asked Tim to help Jensen clean his room --- fully expecting a decline on the offer. When I returned several hours later -- I was impressed with the progress of the job.
There was a garbage bag, a put into storage box and a take to Goodwill pile. Jensen handed me his old PJ bottoms and ordered them retired.
Oh no...not these ones...are you sure they are too small?? He nodded.
When I bought them for him in 2002-- I didn't realize how big they were -- (either that, or they were on such a good sale, I didn't care.) I was pretty sure he'd grow into them eventually.
He LOVED these flannel pants, partly because they looked a lot like Tim's and partly because they were so darned comfortable. He wore them so much I thought he may wear them out before he grew into them.
Not so -- he has both grown into them and... grown out of them. He parted with them without incident.
I think I just may keep them to display at his Eagle Court of Honor. (I saved one of Kendrick's Batman t-shirts and held it up as I talked about how much he'd grown over the years. )
It really is unbelievable how quickly they go from little kids to well.... ten year olds. Except for a couple few, I have enjoyed every moment.