My sister and I are several years apart in age. Not a huge age gap but enough so that people could tell I was the older one. Mom, use to buy us matching outfits. I don't know if that was the "Thing" or if she thought it was cute or if we wanted them that way. I do remember when that all stopped.
It is a family tradition that on Christmas eve we all got to open one give, new Jammie's. My sister and I always got matching ones. Then one year, I don't know if my parents were at a party or where they had gone, but they were not at Grandma and Grandpa's. This year the three of us got footie Jammie's. My sister and I matching ones again they were pink. My brother I think had cars on his.
When it came time for us to get ready for bed we all went to put on our new pj's. At that time I was about 4 inches taller than my sister. I did not think anything of it when I put on my PJ's and they were short. I had to scrunch down to get my shoulders in the sleeves, my knees bent it was miserable I could not stand up straight. Now, my sister, hers were to long. Footie's dragging behind her, sleeves covering her hands. So what did we do, not change clothes. Oh no, I was in MY Jammie's and she was in HERS. So we did the natural thing. "GRANDPAAAA!!!!"
What did he do, he took one look at us grabbed a pair of scissors and cut my feet free, the he attacked my sisters PJ's and cut off all of the extra material. She looked OK just a bit ragged, I looked like I was wearing high waders. The elastic that should have been around my ankles were around my calf's.
Needless to say mom was not happy when she got back later that night. However, we never got matching PJ's again. I think that my Grandfather did that deliberately. He was a very smart man.