Don't get me wrong, I love my family. But sometimes...most of the time...I want to rip their heads off one by one. Too graphic? Anyway.

First, let me provide you with a little back story. For those of you who don't know, I'm a huge Oakland Raiders fan. Although I don't say my child's name on air, he's actually named after a former Raiders player. Yep, it's THAT deep. My sister watches my son for me a few days a week while I'm at work. It's worth noting that she's a huge Dallas Cowboys fan. Recently, my mother-in-law got my kid some new Raiders apparel to prep for the upcoming season. I sent him in one of his new Raiders shirts to my sister's house, knowing she'd throw a fit that another team was tainting her home. I knew it'd get a rise out of her, but I didn't expect her to do THIS:


Yep, that's my kid in a Dak Prescott jersey.

*Insert a lot of mad face emojis*

Turns out she had an only kid's jersey laying around from when her boys were little and decided she'd dress him in that instead. I about threw up when I saw him in it, and he's my own child. I love my kid with every ounce of my soul, but I had a hard time even picking him up while he was wearing that pathetic excuse of a jersey.

My baby daddy was another level of disgusted, but we won't go there. Long story short, the Cowboys jersey ended up being burned.

I'm still brainstorming a way to get her back. I'm currently thinking a nice little Raiders bumper sticker on the back of her mini van. How long would it take her to notice?

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