That's really nothing to do with my shopping trip today, other than the fact that I did buy things because they were on sale, and I did have about 100 tiny heartbreaks browsing the racks in the kids department, just like I always do.
You'd think they wouldn't get me, what with them not saying Karl-esque things like "little professor" or "pure genius" or "Can I have a G&T in my sippy?"
But really anything with Daddy on it, well, gets me right in the gut. Even crap like this:
Eventually they outgrow the shirts, but I doubt I'll ever stop hating that I can't stand to buy him one.
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