No, this isn't a joke. This actually happened to me, Amy Kalvig, today.
Last week, I went to a few garage sales with my sister, in the hopes of finding summer clothes for my six (and a half) year-old daughter, Annie. At the last sale of the day, it appeared I had hit the jackpot.
There, on a clothesline rack, were several t-shirts that seemed to be just the right size for Annie. As I sorted through the various t-shirts I found Hershey's Chocolate, Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream, Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, Bazooka Bubble Gum, and, a St. Patrick's Day shirt, that was all green, with a tasteful shamrock and the words "Luck of the Irish" on the front. Annie was so proud to have the Irish shirt, as she's very proud of her Irish heritage. (Miss Annie O Keenan!)
I realized, as we checked out, that these shirts were really adult smalls, but, considering how teenagers wear their shirts extra tight these days, they fit Annie like a charm.
I paid for the items, brought them home, washed them and put them away.
This morning, as I was getting ready for school, Annie quickly dressed, putting on the St. Patty's Day shirt and a pair of jeans. "Cute," I thought as she headed out for my sister's car.
Some five hours later, after I'd picked up Annie, and brought her home, and as we were getting ready to play Webkins, I looked at her shirt and realized what it said.
Before I tell you what it said, bear in mind that Annie went with my sister and her family to an appointment at the county offices... and probably to the grocery store... who knows where all she was.
The shirt did NOT read "Luck of the Irish" as I had thought when I bought it, washed it, dried it, hung it up, then put it on Annie. No. It read:
"LUSH O' the Irish."
Yes, in fact, my six (and a half) year-old daughter wore THAT all day today.
My eyes grew large and Annie said, "What?"
"Your shirt. It doesn't say Luck, it says Lush."
"What's a lush?"
"Basically, an alcoholic," I said.
"Oh no!!! Oh no!!! I hate this shirt!!! Get it off me!!! Get it off me!!!"
Call me a bad mother, but, I couldn't help but to laugh and laugh when I realized the I made such a dumb and embarrassing mistake! Annie, however, didn't share my good spirit. She was livid. I wanted to call a friend and tell her what a dope I was, but Annie was furious and felt humiliated. I even told her that it was all my fault... as I'm the one who bought the darned thing... but Annie couldn't see it.
I told her she could put on another shirt, but, I had to get a photo of her in this one first.
Needless to say, she was super grumpy about it, but, finally relented and allowed me to photograph her in the now, infamous, Irish shirt.
Last week, I went to a few garage sales with my sister, in the hopes of finding summer clothes for my six (and a half) year-old daughter, Annie. At the last sale of the day, it appeared I had hit the jackpot.
There, on a clothesline rack, were several t-shirts that seemed to be just the right size for Annie. As I sorted through the various t-shirts I found Hershey's Chocolate, Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream, Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, Bazooka Bubble Gum, and, a St. Patrick's Day shirt, that was all green, with a tasteful shamrock and the words "Luck of the Irish" on the front. Annie was so proud to have the Irish shirt, as she's very proud of her Irish heritage. (Miss Annie O Keenan!)
I realized, as we checked out, that these shirts were really adult smalls, but, considering how teenagers wear their shirts extra tight these days, they fit Annie like a charm.
I paid for the items, brought them home, washed them and put them away.
This morning, as I was getting ready for school, Annie quickly dressed, putting on the St. Patty's Day shirt and a pair of jeans. "Cute," I thought as she headed out for my sister's car.
Some five hours later, after I'd picked up Annie, and brought her home, and as we were getting ready to play Webkins, I looked at her shirt and realized what it said.
Before I tell you what it said, bear in mind that Annie went with my sister and her family to an appointment at the county offices... and probably to the grocery store... who knows where all she was.
The shirt did NOT read "Luck of the Irish" as I had thought when I bought it, washed it, dried it, hung it up, then put it on Annie. No. It read:
"LUSH O' the Irish."
Yes, in fact, my six (and a half) year-old daughter wore THAT all day today.
My eyes grew large and Annie said, "What?"
"Your shirt. It doesn't say Luck, it says Lush."
"What's a lush?"
"Basically, an alcoholic," I said.
"Oh no!!! Oh no!!! I hate this shirt!!! Get it off me!!! Get it off me!!!"
Call me a bad mother, but, I couldn't help but to laugh and laugh when I realized the I made such a dumb and embarrassing mistake! Annie, however, didn't share my good spirit. She was livid. I wanted to call a friend and tell her what a dope I was, but Annie was furious and felt humiliated. I even told her that it was all my fault... as I'm the one who bought the darned thing... but Annie couldn't see it.
I told her she could put on another shirt, but, I had to get a photo of her in this one first.
Needless to say, she was super grumpy about it, but, finally relented and allowed me to photograph her in the now, infamous, Irish shirt.
3 comments:
it's not your fault--LUSH is a brand... and it was a special print that they had made for their stores for the holiday. It's a cosmetics/toiletries store--nothing alcoholic... :) *phew*
That's something I didn't know... :)
Thanks again, this year for sharing... This is always the best for me!!! Can I share please! The sweet, funny memory.
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