Friday, 18 September 2009
I have this one small childish thing about me. Okay, I have several, but I am only talking about this one today.
I absolutely love trashy t-shirts. By trashy, I mean the ones with the really silly sayings on them. The more vulgar, the funnier I find them. While I would never actually wear the more raunchy t-shirts, I still find myself laughing like a little girl the first time she sees a boys penis.
Yesterday afternoon Whitney and I hit the mall to purchase Travis (her boyfriend) his birthday gift. For reasons I will never understand, he wanted a speedo. I would like to think it is because they are starting swim season in a few weeks, but I am probably very wrong.
So, we found the suit (on sale for this ridiculously low price) and they even had it in their school colors. Since I paid less than half of the purchase price, we decided to head over and splurge on one of the funnier gift bags you can find at Spencers. We found a particularly funny one (in line with the raunchy t-shirts I find so amusing) and began to look around the store.
It was there that I found them. Those little onesies and t-shirts geared for the bad ass baby and toddler's running around this world. There was one for Emily that said "If you think I am a B*tch, you should meet my mommy". Horrible I tell you and yet I laughed myself silly. The one that almost did me in though was one in Caleb's size. Now, you would have to know my sweet little boy to understand that this shirt totally fits his personality. It simply said; "No, YOU F*cking calm down." While my sweet angel has never dropped the "f" bomb, I could totally see this in my head.
I of course did not purchase the shirt. No matter how funny I find them in the stores, there is no way I would put a shirt like that on any of my children. I am assuming due to the mass production of such shirts though that there must be a market for them.
My question to you is; would you allow your child to wear such a shirt? Do you think I am nuts because I find them funny? Do I need therapy? (Okay, don't answer those last two questions, I think we all know I am clearly nuts and desperately need therapy.)
I admit it, I like potty humor. Hello, my name is Ange and I laugh at inappropriate t-shirts for children.
Seriously, have you ever actually seen a child wearing these shirts and what are your thoughts if you did?