I am going to write a post that is probably going to make me seem like a selfish, heartless person. But I am not.
Here it is:
My son, Ezra, recently acquired this shirt as a hand-me-down:
I can't stand it. I talk to my husband about how I want to rip it up and burn it when Ezra is not looking. My husband says to me, "Why can't you just be happy that it makes him happy?" (Which it does.) But I cannot.
I get a visceral reaction every time I see this shirt. (This shirt is almost as ugly as this one.) And, see that car there on the top, left-hand side? IT LIGHTS UP! That's right: IT LIGHTS UP!
It is also just the whole commercialized having-branded-characters-everywhere-thing that has taken over our society and that I don't want to be a part of. Ezra first discovered Lightning McQueen through books at the library (because the having-branded-characters-everywhere-thing has apparently taken over our libraries), and he loved them (which, of course he did, because they are marketed so that he will do so).
But I don't care. I don't care how much he loves Cars. I don't care how happy it makes him. All I want to do is get rid of that shirt because it makes me want to throw up every time I see it. Same with the Transformers shirt we got from that lady at church.
I'm sorry if this makes me selfish, but I can't help it. Please forgive me for having sensitive eyeballs.