I need more time to think when I'm at the shops.
A few years ago, I bought these pyjamas for Buzz. They didn't bother me at the time, but the following year we had a shocking drama with bedbugs and these pyjamas ceased to be cute anymore.
Then last year, as baby Woody slept in one of my arms, I used the other to flip through a rack of heavily discounted boys' jeans looking for something to fit Buzz. I found a few pairs that fit the bill, bought them and raced home with my bargains. When I got home I realised that the two black pairs had skulls on them - not that there's anything wrong with that - but we're not really a skulls-on-clothing type of family - not that there's anything wrong with that - but I thought to myself that I should have had two free hands to flip through the jeans, and I should have taken more time to check the back pockets (and the belts) (and the small details) for skulls - not that there's anything wrong with that.
Today I foolishly put Woody in the stroller while taking three children to the shops instead of putting Woody in the trolley seat. Once I'd collected a few very large things in my trolley, propelling it as well as the stroller while receiving questionable help from two older children who were determined to destroy each other became difficult. So I hastily chose two pairs of track pants for Buzz and headed for the checkouts.
When I got home, I noticed that the design on one of them:
Not that (as some might say) there's anything (as you might quite rightly point out) wrong with that (if you're into wearing inappropriate slogans on your clothing.)