For hilarity and inappropriateness I was hoping for a mistake to have been made.

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At least someone was thinking at Old Navy about this one before production.

At least someone was thinking at Old Navy about this one before production.

I was cruising around Old Navy and stopped to check out the sale items in the baby section.  Some of my closest friends are having babies and it’s thrown me into a bit of a baby frenzy; there’s so much cute stuff out there!  So now when I am at the store, I usually check out the baby items to scope out any good deals.

As I was taking a gander at the dresses and shoes and such I came up to a bunch of onesies that were hanging up.  Each of the astrological signs was represented with a cute little image on the front and the name for that month.  Cool if you care about any of that junk, which I really don’t, but I took a look anyway.  Since I am a Cancer (My birthday is coming up this summer.  I expect presents…..ok, I don’t but I thought it would be funny to sound like a jerk.) I figured I should check out the onesie that I might have worn.  I skipped past Virgo, which said “Mommy’s little Virgo” on the tush; skipped past Pisces, with “Mommy’s little Pisces” on the tush…..and my brain. got. a. little. concerned.

Would they REALLY put “Mommy’s little Cancer” on the butt of a onesie?  I really hope they didn’t for obvious reasons, but I secretly hoped they did for hilarious reasons.

I find the onesie, giddy with excitement…..

and…..

it said……

Drink. Your. Ovaltine?!

Just kidding.  It said, “Mommy’s little baby.”  Good choice, Old Navy.  Well played.

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