It seems to have fooled some folks and one or two blogs. Don’t feel bad. After I showed my wife the photo and picked her brain in detail for ways to describe the shirt, she didn’t realize it was fake, just my shirt photographed on our living room floor.

So, here’s the story.

My son barfed on me. Nothing new, right? Except this time the breast milk looked especially bright against my dark brown shirt. A damp halo surrounded the puke where it had begun to absorb into the cloth. The splatter pattern struck an emotional chord in the recesses of my brain.

My first reaction was, “Oh, wow, put the baby down and grab the camera.” Then I thought, “It won’t be too long before someone designs a shirt on this theme.” Sure, they’ll probably stick a dumb slogan over the puke pattern, but they’ll still do it.

I was planning to write the shirt up as a Fame or Shame game so you could tell me how much of a diseased mind I have, but then I thought, nah, I’ll just write it up like a real product.
http://www.thingamababy.com/baby/2008/08/christmas.html

It was fun coming up with borderline marketing verbiage. “Breastfed Threads” could be a real T-shirt line and “Bombastic Baby” a good company to produce such a product. And those celebrities? They’re all dads and are frequently photographed in T-shirts.

But if you believed a marketer would write that Monica Lewinsky reference, that a puke shirt would be peppered with diamond dust or that ‘letting mom pee’ is sexy, well, that’s just a sad commentary on state of the affluent baby product market you can find in abundance on baby product blogs today.

Plaudits to Brain for calling me out, and doing so with my favorite euphemism for BS… shenanigans. Double plaudits to the folks who thought the fake was so obvious that I wasn’t trying to pull anything over on anybody (I really wasn’t).

I merely meant this article to be a social commentary.

As for the shirt, it’s hilarious! A waste of money, but funny to look at on the web. As for those supposed celebs that were spotted wearing the shirts? They were probably just sporting the real thing.

Ha-ha! Cubic zarconia! You crack me up, AJ!

I recognize the strange, dark place you’re in.

(Jeesh.)

What I really want, though, is a way to immortalize those diaper blowouts that get everywhere. Plus, they’re so much more colorful than the simple white spit up.

I definitely will be picking one up on my next trip to Lake Weiss.