NO ONE read the shirt. After 30 minutes, I finally just held him up in front of them and said "read the shirt".
Oh, and can I just say, I know I'm 31 years old and the parent of 1.2 kids and all, but today, when we had to pick up the babysitter for our home fellowship, and I was suddenly the old married mom in the car, instead of the babysitter that I'm sure I was about 3 minutes ago, it freaked me out. Adulthood keeps sneaking up on me and scaring me.
Not really buying into the hype about the new baby