May I recommend clown school?

Last week's post was the impetus behind this blog, the inciting incident that pushed me from apathy to activism. But this week's post is really the inspiration behind it. Many years ago, my friends had been joking about a warning sign they'd seen printed on the bottom of a plastic sweater box, pictured here.


Admittedly, it is comical on face value. But the really funny part is that someone needed to put a warning sign on a sweater box. We could only surmise from this that someone had, in fact, tried to place their child into the box and, fearing the legal ramifications, the company was compelled to print a warning sign.

Just in case you couldn't figure it out on your own, your baby is not a Cirque du Soleil performer. He/she is not flexible enough to fit in that box. They may stand a chance, however, at prop comedy.