Roses are Red (and so are sweatshirts)

Fall has arrived with gusto here in MN, so yesterday while T was napping, I dug out the Rubbermaid container that has so dutifully held all of the items that are designated for T's colder weather wardrobe. While rummaging through the goodies, I came across this handsome red sweatshirt. It was given to T when he was born by his Uncle Brent's family. Uncle Brent's mom told me that when she would take her two little boys out, she would often put them in red sweatshirts because they were easier to spot. The cozy garment looked monstrous when given to us two years ago, but as you may recall, T is getting HUGE. Alas, the red sweatshirt now fits him splendidly! So, today T proudly wore it while we went about our errand running and he was definitely easy to spot. Great advice, Uncle Brent's mom! Great advice indeed!