PJs

My son is a giant. He ceased to be a baby the minute we switched from footie pajamas to 2-piece pajamas with monsters printed on them.
He's a little boy now, and I can't help but try to hold on, because it feels like it really wasn't that long ago that I was wearing a little boys' pajama shirt with monsters printed on it. Reading shitty poetry at a sparsely attended open mic, in college.