Happy Penis Birthday, Honey…

Those who know me, know that I have a tendency to go all out for birthdays for my kids. After all, I can’t think of anything more important to celebrate than the birth of my boys.

When my oldest son turned one, I started a tradition of designing a birthday shirt for every year. This shirt represents their interests at that particular time of their lives.

We’ve had everything from Elmo to the Detroit Red Wings to the Beatles. I have saved each and every one of their shirts and will eventually have them made into a quilt for their 18th birthday.

This year, as I was traveling to Myrtle Beach for business, I realized that I had two birthdays looming and I never had the shirts made. To make matters worse, by the time I returned home from the trip, it would be too late to have them done.

I immediately went into problem solving mode and found a local t-shirt company that could airbrush my shirts within an hour.

Perfect.

My oldest son was a no brainer. My husband and I decided on a University of Michigan basketball shirt for him.

Check.

My youngest son was a bit harder, but my husband talked me into going with a Skylander t-shirt – Granite Crusher, to be exact.

We paid our $50 in full, grabbed some lunch and within an hour our shirts were complete and ready to go.

When we first arrived to pick up the shirts, we were thrilled. They were exactly what we were looking for. We high-fived on the way out and headed back to the hotel.

It was at this time that I pulled out the Skylander shirt from the bag and it hit me like a ton of bricks.

The person who designed the shirt had quite the sense of humor; this was not a Skylander shirt – this was a penis shirt.

And not just one penis, but multiple.

I was speechless.

Of course my husband didn’t see it at first, so I immediately snapped a picture of it and sent it off to all of my high school girlfriends.

I knew I was in trouble when I started getting responses such as, “Well done on the Birthday Penis Shirt, Deb.”

A penis shirt for my nine-year-old, and with our business schedule, there was nothing I could do.

I’ve kept it quiet for the most part, just hoping that I could get through all of the celebrations without any of the kids noticing it.

The shirt did mysteriously disappear for the birthday celebration at school.

But the moms in my life have had a good laugh over this for the past week, and this has silently been deemed as the penis birthday.

Sometimes the best thought out plans don’t always come together, but sometimes you just have to go with it.

Even if it means having your son wear a penis shirt for his ninth birthday.

Deb

 

PS. Please tell me you can see this?!?

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