Yesterday, I was over at the local thrift store, looking for outfits to make (if such a thing were possible) the baby look even more adorable when I noticed some employees busily removing armfuls of clothing from the racks and tossing them into baskets. Large armfuls. Enormous baskets. In fact, as I watched, the children's clothing section was completely emptied out and, when I politely asked what was going on, a very nice woman told me that a new federal law made it illegal to sell used kids clothes.
When I went home, of course, I immediately looked it up on the internets and, though I have absolutely no expertise in the area, it looks like an overzealous interpretation of a recently enacted law.
Undeterred, I stopped by the book section (apparently it's still legal to sell used kids' books) and grabbed a bunch of stuff to help fill the (almost-finished) nursery shelves. And then I came across the book pictured above -- which, if you're so inclined, you can buy here.
It was about a little girl who finds a picture in her house of a baby and asks her mother where the baby went. Her mother gives her a long, drawn-out series of clues, eventually revealing that (surprise!) the baby has grown up and turned into the little girl herself.
But, just for a second, I thought -- well, you know what I thought.