“Sure, but you know everything we get here comes from a catalog, and after I order some for you, it will take a week or two for them to get here. You’ll have to wear your pajamas until then. Sorry.”
“Do I have to, mommie? I really hate them!” he insisted, and began sobbing.
Donna hated to see him so unhappy, so she began to think of other options. After a moment or two, she remembered that all her clothes from when she was a girl were in one of the spare bedrooms, and she knew that there were lots of pretty nighties there. Also there was a variety of sizes so some of them were sure to fit El.