I love this shirt. It's comfy, cute, and was on sale. I get compliments on it by random people when I'm out. It's my favorite. But every time I wear it, someone gets injured. The day I debuted it, one of the neighbor boys got hit in the head with a baseball bat and had to have stitches. I got some blood on it from carrying him to his house, and thought that was the end of my shirt. But by some great miracle, the blood came out. I took this as a good sign. But I was wrong. The next time I wore it, the same boy cut his foot and had to go to the ER. I put the shirt away in the closet for awhile and pulled it out a few weeks later when I had absolutely nothing else clean. This time it was Jonah that it affected. He tore all the skin off the tip of his big toe when he was running across the asphalt barefoot. I swore off the shirt yet again. But yesterday I put it on one more time because I was doing the laundry from our weekend trip and it was the first clean thing I grabbed out of the closet. Sure enough, the shirt's evil powers were at work again. Noah took a header off his bicycle and busted up his lip, scraped up his face, and got road rash all over his elbows and knees.
So I don't know what to do. Do I keep wearing the shirt because it makes me feel good, but in turn jinx every child around me when I do? Or do I just let it hang there in my closet waiting to be loved, and save it for a day that I'm sans children? I'm torn, I tell you. Torn.
My dear sweet Bad Luck shirt, why must you cause so much turmoil?