Too Small!

My son is "crazy" in a good way though. I don't understand kids sometimes and he is no exception. Now, my son is into basketball and football. A few years ago his grandmother, his dad's mom, gave him some jersey type shirts and pants. They were similar to basketball pants and shirts. He wouldn't have nothing to do with them. At the time he didn't wear anything with no sleeves. And to him those shirts had no sleeves. So, I put them in the "maybe one day he will want to wear them before he gets too big to wear them box" in the closet. So, time went on and on and on and he never once showed an interest in wearing anything but his "normal" shirts and jeans. That all changed two nights ago. 

I saw him rummaging in a small box that was in the closet. It didn't occur to me what he was looking for and neither did I ask since I was on the phone trying to get a bill straight for my mom. By the time I was off the phone and the rummaging was done I knew what he was looking for because he was wearing it.  He walked out of the room with a blue basketball type shirt on. It was too sizes too small and I have no clue how he managed to squeeze himself into it. But nevertheless he had it on and it looked like any minute it would tear and pop off of his growing body. He was smiling at his discovery of a too small shirt. I was shaking my head. I reminded him that he is not in that size anymore that he is two sizes bigger almost. He told me well, he didn't want to wear it until now. I couldn't disagree with that all I could do was continue to shake my head. Then  he tried to stretch it down more to the top of his shorts. It didn't work. So, he pulled it some more this time from the back of the shirt. He was determined to try to make this shirt work for him. Finally after a few minutes of pulling and twisting and wishing that the shirt would fit him he gave up and took it off. 

I gave out a sigh of relief that he finally figured out that the shirt was way too small and moved to the next room giving myself an invisible pat on the back. That happy feeling didn't last long. He came out of the room a few minutes later with another shirt on. Of course, this one was too small too. I think this time I think a size and half too small. I didn't say anything and he figured out that there was no amount of pulling and twisting that was going to make that shirt fit. I think it is time to buy him bigger basketball shirts. Perhaps for Christmas.