Blame my husband

I still haven't posted much in the past few weeks as life is crazy and nuts, as usual. On Nov. 6, my dear husband and I took our boys to a political rally in Dallas in which President Bush appeared. Of course, there had to be some protesters outside. They were a smelly bunch, as hippies tend to be, and they had some very clever rhetoric including signs that said "You suck" and equally enlightening things. (I'm not making that up.)

There were two, in particular, who defaced the American flag, too. My sons were horrified. They have been taught to love our country and our freedoms. So, my husband and I spent a good hour or two that evening explaining to them that we have the freedom to speak our mind and protest peacefully at events. We're all entitled to our opinions - however misguided they may be. We talked about why these people have their opinions, etc. The boys were most troubled by the desecration of the flags. While it is illegal to do, I know most cops won't enforce it because they don't want to give these people the martyr status they so strongly desire.

I give all this explanation to build up to why my 7-year-old Hot Rod has been on a campaign of eliminating the world of hippies. All of his play lately has centered on sending the hippies away. I found this site with shirts designed by Army Rangers and I was thinking that one, in particular, might be a good one for my son.

Don't blame me, blame my husband for this one. And, no, I'm not really going to buy it for him. Please.