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I looked through my closet for a plain, white T-shirt. They are all differing shades of gray. As I held each one up for inspection, my 6 year son came in and saw my shirts spread out on the bed.

"Mom. You need Oxi-Clean."

"Where did you hear about Oxi-Clean?" I knew I didn't have anything stronger than Tide in my laundry room. And maybe a Tide pen.

"I saw it on T.V. You should ALWAYS believe what's on T.V."

Huh. I see I have my work cut out for me.

Comments

  1. AnneJune 10, 2011 at 7:49 AM

    And every book and newspaper tells the truth too. Really! I read that somewhere....

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  2. June Freaking CleaverJune 10, 2011 at 7:59 AM

    I get all my life truths from Wikipedia - if it's on the internet, it's true, right?

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  3. SupaFlowaPowaJune 10, 2011 at 8:21 AM

    hilarious. my coworkers son asked her if she was using the cami secret. ha! kids these days.

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  4. EmptyNesterJune 10, 2011 at 9:30 AM

    Wait..what?! If it's on television it's NOT true? LOL

    Good luck!

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  5. JoanJune 10, 2011 at 11:13 AM

    My concern is the non-white T-shirts. I will put a new white something in the washer and it comes out not white. Do we have a lot of minerals in the water or what?

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  6. StefJune 10, 2011 at 5:46 PM

    What? You mean you can't?
    Haha. The best is when you put something in the cart at the school and your child starts singing the jingle. Awesome!

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  7. KayeJune 11, 2011 at 7:32 AM

    I think we know the age group most affected by advertising. . . children!

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  8. Laura LynnJune 12, 2011 at 10:31 PM

    Haha - out of the mouths of babes!

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  9. ElidaJune 13, 2011 at 11:31 AM

    Thank you for your comment on my Monday-reading! I'm not quite happy with The Time Traveler's Wife and not sure if I'll finish.

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  10. RiahliJune 14, 2011 at 7:13 AM

    Haaaa haaa haaa... oh dear. :p

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