This is an outfit for sale in a retail store on Spadina Avenue in Toronto (Chinatown). I imagine it would fit a three or four year old male child. I wonder what would possess someone to dress their child in such fine textiles, and furthermore what would motivate a retailer to display it in their window if there was no demand for such an outfit? It looks to me like some sort of concierge or baker outfit - I don't know any pre-school door men do you?

When I'm not dreaming about the demon feral felines from hell I see this image in my unconscious. This child stands at the foot of my bed and is biting my ankles. He takes chunks out, my flesh not unlike an apple's. There is a little drop of blood on his tiny lapel and he smiles as I watch him. He bites off large chunks that free easily. There is no pain. He looks exactly like the photograph. A little man made of clay or flexible plaster. Why does life have to be so creepy all the time?