There is part of me that wants to know why the artist was spying on me when I was 5 in order to make this shirt. But then I realize, really, it just means I was not alone. Granted, I was the only one picking dandelions and talking to roly-polies (pill bugs? Potato bugs? What did you call them?) on my TEAM but apparently in other place there were other parents worried about their nerdy kids who drew, wrote, and read all the time and desperately signed them up for t-ball, soccer, dance, basketball, etc.

It didn't work on me. I wonder if it "fixed" any of the others.