Today was a foggy, rainy day which continue to be few and far between. I haven’t worked on boys’ “clothes management” in awhile. It’s hard to believe this used to be my second job not so long ago and it reminded me of a conversation from a few months back.
“Hey Nate, come here. What size are those shorts?”
He’s wearing a pair of gray shorts with a fluorescent orange stripe down each side. They remind me of days at Happy Hollow and the front lawn on Shasta. “Come over here and let me look at the tag on those shorts.
Nate comes over and I fish around till I find the tag and it says…. wait for it…. Size 4-5. Yes, Nate is 11. He doesn’t believe me but here is irrefutable proof right there around his little waist and the noticeably high hemline. He’s wearing a pair of shorts he’s had since preschool.
I mean, maybe I can be persuaded they started as clam diggers as the knee-less picture below might have us believe, but still… looks like I’ve been rehired by my old boss, clothes management.
