I love the shirts, though, and don't regret buying them. The boys wear different sizes, so it's likely Henry will be wearing a "Smiling's My Favorite" shirt for years to come as they get passed down. What a lucky kid. He should be smiling about that, right?
One night at the dinner table I asked Henry, "Does the shirt affect you in any way? Do you smile more when you wear it?"
"No," he answered, and took a bite of chicken.
"Did you tell anyone that you just like to smile, and smiling's your favorite?" I teased, referring to the movie.
"I always smile in the hallway, but as soon as I get into the classroom, my smile fades," he answered.
Henry loves school. He's a rule follower. He must have been listening to the teacher or the manager at Gimbel's. When he's in the classroom, he needs to make work his favorite. Work is his new favorite -- and there's no singing at the North Pole.