Grace Marks I

“How’s the baby?” Blue and Marian had been leafing through racks of tiny children’s clothes; a onesie that could hardly fit her fist; a pair of overalls she knew would make changing diapers hellish; a pair of teensy wee trainers she could wear on the tips of her fingers and stomp around mockingly with. The baby was a very vital part of this question, without whom the clothes would be a rather strange waste of money. They ought to hope the baby is doing just fine.

“Perfectly healthy. Seems to be liking a lot of different foods these days, too.” She smiled a cheeky, tight smile to her mother, a doll-sized baby blue sweater with tiny Hogwarts steam trains draped across her chest.

“That looks a bit like boy’s clothing, doesn’t it?” Marian couldn’t quite let go of a tiny pink dress with a tulle skirt.

“It’s unisex.” Blue held it in front of her, staring at the knit. The fabric seemed nicer than anythin