After the kids were born, she gave me boxes and boxes and boxes full of stuff from my childhood.
Literally, every picture, piece of pottery, bracelet (you get my drift) that I'd ever made.
Some of Andrew's stuff also made it to me.
We had a good laugh over the (ple)leather red lederhosen that he had worn on many occasions.
Luckily for Max, they were donated (to the Smithsonian, smile). Nowadays, dressing your kids in clothes like that is considered abuse. When she gets back from her European vacation, I'll ask her to find a picture of Andrew in it, I'm sure that she's kept a picture...
Here he is modeling the knit blue bloomers and railroad ballcap that are now 35 years old (and still going strong).