For a long time, babies don't wear real clothes, they wear costumes... My mother in Boston sent us a business suit -- a little suit, a little man's suit: little black pants with a white shirt and a bowtie and a little red sportcoat -- like he's got a job he's got to get dressed up for. Like he's gonna be leaving the house with a briefcase: 'No time for breakfast! Ah, jeez, I messed myself. Hold the car
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