At Target today, and I just started talking, okay, ranting to this stranger in the isle.  People must think I’ve got a screw loose, but honestly, why on earth NOT talk to people.  You know?  That’s what I think anyway.  I know, I know, I should have never left the south.

So any-WHO, the kids and I were picking out bookbags and lunchboxes because, well, they were there, and with our two-week vacation in August, back-to-school shopping always has a way of creeping up on me.  I had successfully steered my 5-year-old daughter away from Hannah Montana and High School Musical, which I considered quite a victory (I have nothing against either, but my daughter is FIVE.  I just think Tinkerbell is more age appropriate, call me crazy.) for her backpack choice, and we were picking out a cute little generic green and pink patterned lunchbox, when I noticed that within the cute pink and green pattern was a skull and crossbones.  It was so subtle that I actually thought I was imagining it.  Surely those were just odd-looking flowers.

But my son wandered over and confirmed my suspicions – a skull and crossbones it was.  That’s when I turned around and started venting to the poor unfortunate lady who happened to be in the aisle at the same time I was.  She and I commiserated briefly over the declining state of children’s gear today before she went on her merry way.  My daughter and I picked out a benign gray and pink lunchbox with no offending pattern, and we went on OUR merry way.

But I ask you.  WHAT ever happened to flowers and hearts?

That’s all.  Carry on.