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I chuckled at Tyler as he threw the child-size suit across the room angrily. I warned him it wouldn't fit the little boy. "Did you think I would stop growing, Mr. Ty?" the little boy asked? I dissolved into more helpless giggles as his mom groaned. "Bryant," his mom warns him, and he shrugs. I loved the kids we had helping us with the show. They were all hilarious. We went to the school daycare and put up fliers. We got some good responses, but we needed one more pair. Unfortunately, we were having bad luck finding both an adult and a child. Bryant not fitting his outfit pushes my poor stressed brother to the edge. "Come here, big man," I told him, remeasuring him so he could be remeasured. "Bria, can you bring him tomorrow for another fitting?" I say, taking over. She nodded, and we wa