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Y and why

For the past two weeks, our washing machine has been broken. It finally got repaired on Saturday, so I've been catching up on laundry. In the meantime, I bought Christopher this new shirt (he was out of clean ones) because it reminded me of the Y and it's actually in BYU blue. And then it seemed clever to have the UT orange background, especially after I had just heard that BYU and UT will be playing each other in football on September 10, 2011. (Thanks for the 411, Nate.) I also just loved this shirt on Christopher because he asks WHY all the time. It kind of drives me nuts sometimes, but he's a very curious kid. In tiny letters inside the bottom of the why it says, "because." I'm grateful for my inquisitive boy.

Comments

Julie V. said…
That shirt is really cool! It is the perfect shirt for him for sure :)
Cassie said…
That's the best of both worlds for you guys! How exciting BYU will be playing UT. We might just have to get tickets for the game since we will be down there! We will be living in the Las Brisas apartments for the summer, do you know anything about them?
LindaLu said…
He's a cutie patootie! My fingers are crossed that he will study at the Y. I'm always looking for a good excuse to visit Utah. :-)
Dustin said…
Thats gonna be an awesome game.. Definitely looking forward to it.. Not sure which team to root for though! Guess we'll see! Love the shirt Christopher!

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