So, I get all prepared, put on my pink shirt, go out in public and everything.... I come back home proud of my accomplishment (not much of one I wear the shirt regularly, but hey... give me credit anyway) I'm wearing it to support my Grandma Shaw, who passed from breast cancer a few years ago.
So I get home all proud of myself for supporting Grandma...
I point out my massive accomplishment to my family at the dinner table when we do our, "What was your favorite part of today?" (We do this every dinnertime... It's an awesomely painful tradition where my daughters all try desperately to get out of finding something good that happened today.)
Only to hear my eldest daughter saying, "That's not pink, it's salmon."
I felt so deflated. Sorry Grandma. It was salmon.
So I get home all proud of myself for supporting Grandma...
I point out my massive accomplishment to my family at the dinner table when we do our, "What was your favorite part of today?" (We do this every dinnertime... It's an awesomely painful tradition where my daughters all try desperately to get out of finding something good that happened today.)
Only to hear my eldest daughter saying, "That's not pink, it's salmon."
I felt so deflated. Sorry Grandma. It was salmon.