But it's pretty...

I spent the past week in Disney with my parents embracing my inner child. We may have even ridden the Winnie the Pooh ride but there's no photographic evidence so you can't prove a thing.

Ahem, anywho, anyone who has ever been to Disney knows that there is an abundance of gift shopping. While my mother and I were looking for little things for my niece and nephews my mother spied the antenna toppers...

My mother: Ooooo, this one's pretty.

Me: For who?

Mother: I can get it for your brother's truck, Gee (my niece) will like it.

Me: You can't have that one.

Mother: Why not?

Me: You just can't, come on, let's look at something else.

Mother: But I like this one.

Me (whispering): Mom. It's a rainbow.

Mother: I know, it's pretty. I like it.

Me: Have you ever seen cars on the highway with rainbow stickers on their windows?

Her: No...wait, yes. So?

Me (leaning in so only she can hear me): Mom, the rainbow symbol is for people who want to proudly tell others that they're gay. It's kinda cool.

Her: Really?

Me (rubbing my face): Yeah, really.

Her: I probably shouldn't get that for your brother's truck then huh?

Me: Um, no, let's keep looking.

She was right though, it was pretty.

*rainbow sparkles to everyone today*

Wear them proudly!