Sometimes I make bad decisions. Today I got my bad decision delivered via The United States Postal Service. I'm all about the funny and can usually find humor in almost anything. I found the humor in this when a Caplan sent it to me but something I didn't notice when I bought this shirt for my three year old was the joint behind her ear. Who makes a shirt with pot on it for a 3 year old? OK, this is for a 6 year old but still, who does that? Finding that gem kinda makes me hate the whole thing or at least I'm a lot less excited about it.
I have always loved The Wizard of Oz. It was the first book I ever remember reading by myself and I have literally seen that movie over 100 times. I would come home from school when I was a kid and watch it every single day for ages. It wasn't like we had Tivo back then and Days of Our Lives came on at 3:00 so I'd miss half of that. The Wizard of Oz was always there. I collected Oz things for years but stopped when I had kids because their things were more important and I have toyed with the idea of selling some of it. Not the special stuff, but some of the things I could part with. I was even afraid to see Wicked in New York because I thought it might ruin the movie by making me feel sympathy for the Wicked Witch, but it didn't. I loved it and we saw it again on our honeymoon in London.
So, once I noticed the joint behind her ear which I'm sure is for purely medicinal purposes, I grabbed my Sharpe. I knew before I bought it that because of the whole gang thing that he wouldn't be wearing it outside of the house anyway but I would NEVER give my kid a shirt with pot on it. I have coloured that joint over and over, with many layers of black and I think you can almost not see it but if I can't get it to go away completely, I will throw the shirt away which I have a feeling I will end up doing anyway. It was only $10 and maybe that should be my lesson that not everything is funny, just most stuff.
Poor L. Frank Baum must be rolling in his grave over this one.
I also must go on record with the fact that my husband told me not to buy this in the first place. He was right. God I feel dead inside.