Mr. Big Stuff
The Boy and I try to make a homemade greeting for each holiday to send to his grandparents. Like me, they enjoy having a refrigerator covered with his art.
We finished his Easter greetings Sunday afternoon. Yesterday, before leaving the house for the day, I had him sign his name to his cards so I could get them in the mail. Much to my surprise, he signed:
which is the number on the back of his hockey jersey, because that's what the big boys do when they sign autographs.
We finished his Easter greetings Sunday afternoon. Yesterday, before leaving the house for the day, I had him sign his name to his cards so I could get them in the mail. Much to my surprise, he signed:
The Boy
#30
which is the number on the back of his hockey jersey, because that's what the big boys do when they sign autographs.
posted by Well-heeled mom @ 8:30 AM
3 Comments:
At 11:03 AM,
DD said…
There's nothing wrong with perfecting the flourishes required when signing autographs. How funny would it be if in 20 years, he's signing his name still with #30.
At 2:09 PM,
rdhdprincess said…
Heh. That's so funny. What a cutie pie he is. Wow, that is a lot of notice for your boss to request. Eek. I hope it all works out. Oh, and I lovelovelove pretty hosiery. And shoes. K has a bit of a fetish himself. One of the reasons that I am always well pedicured! Heh.
At 4:53 PM,
Anonymous said…
I have no words.
I LOVE HIM!
Carla
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