We had the jersey, we just had to discuss, for 2 weeks, what numbers would go on it.
First it was 18, then he had his heart set on 11, then he saw the pack of numbers and wanted 80-something.
I showed him some pictures on-line of players in various games this season, and he decided that 11 was THE number.
For the front.
And 87:
For the back. Good thing there are only 2 sides to a shirt.
During all of this, Svea thinks it's awesome that her horse can smell the basketball goal. Get it, Mom? He can SMELL it.
hahhahhaahhahahahhahhahahahhahahhaha!
I don't think i ever really got it like she did, but her laughter was too contagious.
1 comment:
Brilliant! the opposing team will be confused as number 11 passes them by with a deft "shake and bake" and then when they try to run him down, all they will see is a number 87 fading into the horizon. Awesome.
Basketball-goal-smelling-horses smell like a joke to me too. love you all, pops.
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