THIS JUST GOT REAL
This is my Sydney. She is a sweetheart. Loves music, family, and much to her fathers dismay, cats. She rarely has a scowl on her face and most generally you will find her peaceful and smiling. She is the complete and total opposite of this picture.
The day we found this shirt, I had taken a couple of my girls shopping, which in and of itself is ironic. I don't enjoy shopping. It costs money. And lots of people go shopping...at the same time....at the same places... and sometimes they touch you. Too close for comfort for me and therefore, I am not a fun person to shop with nor do I intend to do anything to change that. (People stop inviting you to go if you aren't fun). I did try to stay on my best behavior and make it a fun experience for the girls, but as you can see by reading the shirt, the devil got the best of me when it came to this purchase.
The girls had talked me into going to the mall. (Uggh!!) We had walked a lot and maneuvered around people and the carnies. (You know, those people who stand in the middle aisles at the mall, trying to get you to try their product and spend 100's of dollars on items you can buy on Amazon for $32.89. ) The girls tell me it's not nice to call them carnies, but then I explain to them that I am old and can do what I want because I don't have to be politically correct anymore. They still don't understand all of my rules, but have learned to go with it. Anyway, where were we??
So, we duck into this little t-shirt shop and began reading the funny messages across the fronts of them. We were giggling so much that I almost forgot to hate shopping. I picked up this t-shirt and showed Sydney who got wide-eyed and in all seriousness, said, "Traci, pleeeaaaseeee let me have this shirt. It is so funny and it is on sale and I HAVE to see Dad's face when he sees this shirt on me. Please, please, please I will pay for it myself and I promise to only wear it in the living room!"
Okay, what???? Sydney then explained to me that she thought that was one of the rules. You should never swear, but if you must swear, you can only do it in the living room. My other four children had convinced her of this one evening. They weren't being mean jokesters, they literally believed that this had been an established rule. The story goes like this....
One evening while watching the movie Forgetting Sarah Marshall (I know it is not the best family movie choice, but I didn't realize it until we were playing the DVD. I promise, I fast forwarded through the good stuff). Anyway, if you have seen the movie, you know there is a part where Russell Brandt in his best English accent swears repeatedly and it sounds like he is saying "Boo sh*t, Boo sh*t, Boo sh*t". This all happened before I could hit fast forward and my kids erupted into a fit of giggles. Partly, because of my accidental lack of censorship and also because of the awkwardness of swear words exploding from the TV. Then, my youngest repeated the vulgarity to get a laugh himself. Oh my, this went the wrong direction in a hurry! I explained to him that those weren't words that we should say and that it would be okay, but this shouldn't leave the living room. Ta dah...... a rule is born.
As you can see by the picture above, we did by the shirt. Sydney couldn't wait to take her shower and change into her jammies that night (aka the t-shirt and pajama pants). She came into the living room, laid down on the couch and tried her best not to smile while watching TV with her Dad and I. Finally, Steve looked over at her to talk, stopped mid sentence and said, "Sydney, what does your shirt say??" She proudly stood and read the front of the shirt to him and collapsed on the couch in a fit of giggles. And it was all okay because we were in the living room.
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