When it comes to kid's clothes, I'm of the mind that if it isn't free (as in hand-me-downs from cousins far and wide, girls, boys, or even dogs), it should cost around $7. Because you'd have to be insane to spend big bucks on something that's going to fit for three weeks.

Evidently, I'm insane. Guess how much I paid for this T shirt for Claire?

Twenty smackeroos, you say? Wrong.

One. Hundred. And eight. Dollars.

I haven't any excuse. It's obscene, you are 100% correct.

But this T shirt, which assaulted me from the front window of the most utterly charming, astronomically expensive kids' store I've ever encountered, is the absolute essence of my daughter: One part sweet, two parts cozy, and three parts linebacker. Once I laid eyes on it, I was simply and completely at this tee's mercy.

Which is also the essence of my daughter.

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