The bad thing about being so small is that when you grow, you really grow.It's noticeable. And there's nothing your clothes can do to stop it.
So you gotta get some new clothes.
Mommy likes taking me to the store and going shopping for me. She thinks about which shirts go with which pants and want statement am I gonna make with each outfit.
It's like she thinks I'm Suri Cruise or something.
Still, there ain't no paparazzi hiding in the bushes. I can dress down every so often. I can onesie it every blue moon. There's no shame in that.
But I do like being an icon of style.
Now excuse me while I pop my collar.