When we bought this shirt at Fleurty Girl, B asked me about the number. I told him, “I’m pretty sure it’s a football player. We’ll have to ask Daddy.”
We made it through the first week! (Although B tells me it is not truly a week because they didn’t have school Monday. I’m still counting it as a win.)
We are flying south for a long visit home. Suitcases are filled with linen and tums. I am ready for a sno ball.
I’m sure it’s fine. It’s just terrifying that you’re doing this.” (Says the woman who signed him up for skateboard camp)
We do actually have furniture in the house, but he prefers to chill in the giant Rubbermaid.
But we totally fell for it.