Have you seen the advertising for allergy drugs boy? Two women sitting in a park in a given game when a child approaches, sneezing, and two women, like gun slingers, pull their mother to emergency drugs. A mother has a leaky bag of mutilated drugs. The other mother pulls her Handy Dandy pre-dose of medication and administered to junior and do not miss a beat. Messy bag woman hides in shame. Quick flashes-dose maternalsmile of victory. Still pictures here because I have a problem with this whole scenario. First, find a park where children frolic and jump to the rhythm of smiling mothers. I went to a park last child pee'd on a slide a little more 'sister in the face, someone took a needle in the sandbox, and my car sprayed with gang graffiti before turning off the ignition. And not just moms anymore. I saw two fathers, agrandparent, a babysitter, a boy who was thrown in front of a tank as 'roll through' the parents, another with whom I'm pretty sure that live there, and a man in slippers shuffling through the parking lot to talk about themselves. And who still has time to play more dates? I'm busy. My son comes to play dates in line at the DMV.
TV moms are impeccably dressed. No wrinkles, no stains. Right now I'm wearing a t-shirt and matching sweat peanut butter crust that I had to wearfrom Tuesday. I went a whole day with a suction cup attached to the side of my head before someone told me. TV moms are chatting happily. Wrong. Sara Sue said to her husband as lazy, while Bertha (who had just slipped vodka into his water bottle) is complaining about how much her ass fell to Erma, who did not hear her because she is too busy spanking your child in the parking lot. Business mothers are always deep in conversation while the children play horizon.Hello! Look up Law & Order? My son once disappeared behind a bush in half and I started screaming, scratching on my sweater, and profiling of other mothers. And what happened to the guy who stands up for his mother sneeze? Please. My son is bleeding from his eyes and does not want to stop digging to get help. professional mother pulls out the bag of medicines. We went on holiday and I forgot junior inhaler. She reached into her purse and finds the bag of the drug immediately. Once Icame into my purse for a patch dug four half-eaten candy, a pair of underpants, and a dead hamster. No band-aid.
commercial take his medication with a smile. I need my child to fight to the ground, nose to keep and take away Christmas if he did not threaten to take. commercial toothless smiles and gives a nice thank you, my child, while seeking revenge with a marker on the wall in the lounge. Then Patty Perfect Susie Slack is a patronizing smilevictory. Well, I must admit, that more or less on target. I met Patty Perfect. She's the one when I frown chocolate consumption when it's my turn for a snack in preschool. When I put Diet Coke in his cup. When I was breastfeeding at the salad bar.
Yes - all from a commercial. I'll probably still buy it. It looks cool. I'm sure it will be three times more expensive, I leave home, and my baby still does not. So maybe the commercial conquest, after all. But Ido not let them tell me what the normal parent look. Or what looks good either. Or success. Or happiness. What do they know?
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