"My, but your tummy is bigger than I remember," remarks Susan. "Maybe you feel sick because your pants are too tight? I've been thinking that it's time for a uniform upgrade for you. Look you eat a good breakfast and we'll go get you some pants that fit after that."
"Shirt too, Mum," replies Junior.
"Of course, whatever you need," Mum replies.
His problem resolved, Greg Junior pulls on a pair of sweat pants and a t-shirt (both also getting tight!) and fairly bounced downstairs to the breakfast table. Susan had laid out the usual family spread - designed with Greg's appetite in mind - but Junior shared his father's proclivities for eggs, bacon, and toast mounded with cheese or peanut butter. Soon, Junior had demolished stacks of all of his favourites. It was as if his mother's easy acceptance of his new weight, and offer of bigger uniform clothes to go with it, had liberated Junior's appetite. Or maybe it was the let-down from the stress, plus all the exercise of trying to do up the old pants? Anyway, Junior ate considerably more than usual, finishing up with a couple of bananas and the same of big apples.
"Ready to go?" his mother asked as he ambled towards the door.
"Sure am!" he replied. Without thinking, he rubbed his hand across his full gut.
Susan smiled as she saw this, and grabbed her keys. 'So like Greg,' she thought to herself.
A few minutes later they were walking through the mall to a men's clothier that carried the right clothes for Junior's school uniform. They entered just as the store opened, and a handsome but chubby man came over to greet them.
"Looking for something, young man?" he asked in a warm tone.
"Ummm," said Greg, momentarily tongue-tied.
"He'd a growth spurt and he needs new uniform pants and shirt for Botherwood Academy," Susan said.
"You've bought here before!" the clerk replied, his face brightening. "Greg, isn't it? I remember you. Yes, you have grown a bit since I last served you. Looking good!" He whipped a measuring tape from around his neck and sized Greg Jr. up. "Well, you need 40 pants," he said, and as he put the tape around Junior's chest, Junior said, "That's....
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