“Oh, no. That’s too bad, I haven’t seen it.”
That is what I will say to my daughter when she notices her rival school’s t-shirt is missing. She says she doesn’t care if the other kids will make comments or say something. What she doesn’t realize is that I have lived way longer than she has and I know these things will hurt.
It’s almost the same as the “nice rack” moose t-shirt exploiting women’s breasts that was inexplicably lost behind the space between the dryer and the wall until a month ago when it was miraculously found. By then it was way too small for Tristan to wear anymore. Darn. Too bad.
Maybe we’ll find Allison’s t-shirt in the space between the wall and my dresser in a couple of years too.