Football

Fall means football. Daddy and I have opposite loyalties so we had to make rules early on when it came to influencing Mr. Mister's choice in teams (assuming he even likes football). There are two rules:

1. We can't buy him clothes for our team...only our friends and families can do that.
2. We can build up our team, but we can't talk negatively about the other person's team.

So, here we are into Mr. Mister's second football season of life, and unfortunately it looks like he's choosing the wrong team. But he does look cute in that little jersey! (And if he's going to have a Steeler's jersey, at least it's Ben Roethlisberger, representing my college Alma Mater.)