Last week I took the boys to Target, and Carter saw this orange shirt hanging on the rack. He started yelling "Mommy, a number 4 shirt! A number 4 shirt!" He was so excited about it, and they were very inexpensive, so I thought maybe we would get a shirt with the number 3 since he will be three soon. Anyway, needless to say there were no other numbers. He was thrilled beyond belief to be able to take this shirt home. He even wore it in the store before we left! Since then, he has been asking to wear it every day and keeps talking to me about how we looked for a number 3 but couldn't find it so we got a number 4 shirt instead, and how he thinks Davis and I should get number 5 shirts. I just love this boy!
Yet another red flag that maybe our sweet, smart boy is growing up to be a little dorky. I wonder who he gets that from?!