It starts with a question, always does.
"Do rockets make noise when they sleep?" he asks, hair still messy from dreaming.
You smile. He’s already pulled on his Rocket Tee, feet tapping under the breakfast table like they’ve got liftoff on the mind. The day is young, and he’s already halfway to the moon.
By lunch, the backyard becomes a jungle. He's no longer your kid, he’s a wild explorer, whispering stories to imaginary tigers. Grass stains on his knees, sunlight in his eyes, and his Jungle Tee catching the breeze like a flag planted in adventure.
A little later, there’s a blur down the hallway.
A burst of energy.
Snack crumbs trailing behind him, shoes untied.
"Zoom mode: activated."
The 230 Club Tee barely keeps up.
And just when you think the chaos might never slow down, it does.
He sits by the window, tracing invisible paths in the sky.
"Where does the wind go when it forgets where to blow?"
The Sailing Compass Tee fits differently now, softer, thoughtful. Like it was made for wonder.
By the time the stars peek through the curtains, he’s asleep, a tangle of dreams and tees that carried him through his universe.
Not just clothes. Tiny time machines for growing minds.
Some kids wear outfits.
Others wear entire worlds.
Dress them for discovery, one tee at a time.
