Layer Cake

My son has gone to sleep wearing eight shirts.
It is exactly 20.8 degrees Celsius, so it isn’t because he is cold.
He can barely move his arms or turn his torso, that’s how tight it is.
It can’t be all that pleasant, but I am all in favour of it. Not only is very good for his posture, but instead of having to dress him for school in the morning, I just need to peel his top layer off.
Why I didn’t think of this years ago I don’t know.
This morning when we all went down to the beach he had put three bathing costumes on top of each other.
“It keeps me warm silly!”
I am hoping this is common amongst three year old boys.