In the moment of stunned silence that I realized Noah outgrew the clothes that fit him a few days ago, I briefly visualized Noah as a large green Hulk in tiny, tattered clothing. I wonder if the misunderstood Hulk would have been so cranky if he hadn’t been stuck wearing Bruce Banner’s pants.
Tommy: “I own a pair of jeans and a bunch of t-shirts. Why would I need anything else?” Sarah: “I don’t need anything new. Except this. And this. And that.” Noah: “Uhh, what’s wrong with last year’s clothes?” Amy: “Okay, I really need this outfit and that outfit, but I hafta have earrings to match […]