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In search of kids t shirts

Yesterday, my mama and I spent several hours at the mall. Now, we have been to the mall *cough* more than once in the past week-ish, and it has been for the most part a great deal of fun for both of us. Crowds have been minimal, stress has been low, and we have laughed and giggled and had a good time. Until yesterday. When we were trying to find shirts for my three sons.

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Now, my boys are 7, 9 and 10. They are hardly hardcore trouble, and yet, everywhere we looked we saw skulls and such on the clothes. Yes, even in sizes 4, 6 and 8, which is what they wear. Now, I could have understood this, if we were looking at UFC t-shirts, but we were at Sears, looking at CRB and TKS. Call me a fuddy-duddy, but I’d much rather have my kids in johnny cash t-shirts than skull and crossbones. Unless we are talking pirate wear, for which I make an exception.

Of course, my all time favorite is the stripe. Preferably in red or blues. I’m a sucker for a striped shirt. Or plaid. I love me some plaid. I love plaid better than the crazy hair guy on Seinfield. You know the one—he appeared in plaid shorts all the time? Of course, you don’t see very many seinfeld t-shirts in the kids department anymore. No room for them among all the macabre, I guess.

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