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Agh.
You try to be good; you stock up on clothes one- and even two-sizes-up when the thrift store is having a sale. You congratulate yourself on already having a full collection of size 5 pants for the boy when he gets big enough for them next winter. It's kind of more pairs than he needs, but you figure he'll tear out the knees in at least 2-3 pairs when he's wearing them.
And as you dig back into the closet to neatly store them until that time, you discover another box.
A box that you painstakingly packed, and have held onto for years, from way back when your stepson was that size. It was kind of a lot to save at the time, but you figured, boys tear out the knees of their pants all the time, so you might as well keep them all.
And now you have like 20 fucking pairs of size 5 jeans.
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