Skip to main content

Commercialism

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....

    ReplyDelete
  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?

    ReplyDelete
  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.

    ReplyDelete
  4. EmptyNesterJune 10, 2011 at 9:30 AM

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

    Good luck!

    ReplyDelete
  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?

    ReplyDelete
  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!

    ReplyDelete
  7. KayeJune 11, 2011 at 7:32 AM

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

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

    Haha - out of the mouths of babes!

    ReplyDelete
  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.

    ReplyDelete
  10. RiahliJune 14, 2011 at 7:13 AM

    Haaaa haaa haaa... oh dear. :p

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Most Dreaded Words

 Everybody knows that Christmas is about keeping the Santa Secret and pleasing your children. Therefore, the most dreaded words are uttered on Christmas Eve. "I changed my mind, I want a [pony, scooter, bike, Red Rider BB gun]" A close second place winner is, "Can I have a New Year's Eve party?" Then, "Me, too?"
Post a Comment
Read more

Too Sick to be Sick

I am sick.  Really and truly sick.  I even took a sick day and felt no guilt whatsoever that maybe I wasn't sick enough to have a "sick day."  Because I am.  My 5 year old was sick, too so I took him to the doctor.  I refuse to acknowledge that I'm sick because I don't get sick.  So with absolute glee, my little boy climbed up onto the table, stuck out his tongue and conversed with the doctor.  I heard something about cloudy ears and antibiotics and then I just turned it off. It hurts when sound reaches my eardrums. We drove back home, I turned on the television, brought in the dog, and let the babysitting begin.  I crawled back into bed and swam somewhere between consciousness and unconsciousness.  The kids came home from school.  I might have acknowledged them.  I made chicken noodle soup from scratch.  I couldn't even think.  My husband caught me in a sway and asked what he could do.  I grunted some terse instructi...
6 comments
Read more

What We Eat

Check out the good looking crew.  Just to clarify.  I'm the pretty one. There's a little mountain resort in Northern Utah that is invaded every July by this group of people. We are an intimidating bunch. 5 years ago my brother brought his Nepalese bride to the United States.  She lived in a country where she had no expectation to ever drive a car.  She bought her food daily from the market and ate it.  She taught English, although her accent was so strong when she arrived I questioned her grasp of the language.  We tried to be friendly and accepting.  We ended up scaring the daylights out of her. She thought we were crazy.  Her words, not mine. Although I think she tolerated me a little better than the others because I had the brand new fair-haired baby that she continued to steal.  She wanted a blond haired, blue eyed baby and wondered what her chances were now that she married an American. We take turns cooking for the family dinners. ...
6 comments
Read more