Ever practical, Heather responded, “Well, we don’t have any blue or pink baby clothes to fit Kimmie.”
Mandy remained pensive. “You know, not all baby clothes are small,” she ventured. “When you think about it, some adult clothing is like big baby clothes.”
Heather looked at her quizzically. “What do you mean?”
“Well, just think about it – baby tees, baby doll nightgowns, you know. And they have rompers for women that are just like big versions of rompers that baby’s wear.” She nibbled at her pouty lower lip and wrinkled her forehead as if contemplating deep philosophical mysteries. “You’ve got all kinds of jumpers, plaid mini-skirts, schoolgirl outfits. I’ll bet you have some clothes that would fit Kim and look babyish, especially with his diapers and bonnet and all.” Mandy smiled wickedly at Kim, who shook his head in a mild and ineffectual effort to protest Mandy’s evolving plan.