As I have mentioned, Henry loves numbers. Not just a little, a LOT. He has to wear a number every day on this shirt...and it has to be two numbers. His first imaginary friend...named "10".
After being in Alaska in -15 degree weather and he refused to zip his jacket up because it didn't have a number, we had to do some creative parent thinking. We came up with the idea to use address labels. He writes the number he wants to be -- it is usually "88"...if not, it is always a number of a Blazer - and then we put it on his shirt.
A couple of days ago I was doing laundry and came out to find that Henry had put a number on EVERY car and on EVERY stuffed animal. It was classic. I had to take a picture.
Do you think he will go to college with a number on his shirt? Is my son "lunch money"?
One side note: Henry got some "NASCAR cars" from Grandma. He calls them "Nasty Cars". How hysterical is that? He asks to play "Nasty Cars".
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