So yesterday to protest the whole Jose Padilla travesty I wore my pink "I obey the Geneva Convention" shirt. And then my 3yo got a bump with a nosebleed (she's fine) and ran to mommy crying and rubbed her nose all over my shirt and I paid no attention and hugged her and cleaned her up which is what I would do anyway except half an hour later I realized I'm wearing an "I obey the Geneva Convention" shirt with dried human blood on it. Very much a Terry Gilliam moment, n'est-ce pas?
So today I wore my Darfur shirt to the grocery store and as I'm walking in there's a guy walking out with an American flag t-shirt and we looked at each other like the other one was crazy. But he was alone and I was with three kids so yeah, I probably was the crazy one, just not because of the shirt.