This, my friends, is how you get through another day of life with a teenager.  See, here, we have forced our Thing 1 to don this t-shirt and to pose for a highly uncomfortable photograph in front of many onlookers.  There is no real way to describe his humiliation.  (I believe it may be akin to how I would feel if I were riding around this amusement park on a unicycle in the nude.)   And yet, it brings us unfathomable measures of happiness that we can cause such discomfort and so EASILY. Paybacks are such a bitch.