“I’ll be right back.” I said as I left the room to give him some privacy. I went into Kevin’s dresser to see what he had in the way of pajamas. I remembered the first time I saw him in his sleeping clothes he just had on a t-shirt and a goodnite, and I guessed he didn’t usually wear pajamas in the summer. But I figured he had to have something. He did, but they were mostly heavier, winter weight things. I was hoping for something a bit more…and then I found it. A pair of stripped shorts and a top, still in an unopened package that were basically a little boy’s pajama version of a New York Yankees uniform. “Perfect!” I thought.