While browsing at a Carter’s discount store, I saw on the rack a striped, red-and-white onesie that I could not stop coming back to because the thought suddenly entered my brain that a baby I’d have someday would wear it. So, I paid $8.99 and took the onesie home and kept it with me in a small box, tags on, until Louie Swisher was born twenty years later. It fit him perfectly.
