We parked next to a cool old BMW, painted orange and in great shape; we were driving Justin's 60s Fiat, a little bubble of a car. We left a note on the windshield of the car saying we liked it; they left one on ours saying they liked ours too. It was pretty cool.
So, in Target, I happened to walk past the girl's clothing section. And saw these two t-shirts, right next to each other:
These are for tweens.
The one reminds me of a hilarious British novel I borrowed from Morley about an American Idol-style TV show, and contestants trying out for it; the book points out that the audition song most of the contestants use is "The Greatest Love of All," which is about love for oneself. Not that loving yourself isn't great and all, but what about love for others? The poor? The huddled masses? The state, your country, your job, even your mom? No?