Three Thursday anecdotes

One night years ago, we decided to make buffalo wings for dinner, so Chris stopped by the store to pick up wings on his way home. While there, he saw the wings were on sale and there was a woman piling packs of chicken wings into her cart. When Chris went to go grab one of her discarded packs, she told him that pile was no good and found a couple packages of “the perfect wings” for him. Since then, every time we want wings for dinner, we talk ourselves out of it, because what if The Wing Whisperer isn’t there to help pick the perfect wings?

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Chris and I were at Costco the Friday before Christmas and as we walked in, he said, “Hey! It’s Santa!” I asked if it was the “real” Santa, and sure enough, adults all around the white-bearded man started coming up to talk to him. All I can guess is that Santa’s elves got behind on the toy-making and he needed to make a stop into Costco for some last-minute gifts. I do hope he’s got an executive membership.

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The other night we saw a commercial for Cheerios, where are very sweet little baby, maybe 9 or 10-months-old, very delicately picked up his or her very first Cheerio and ate it. Of course, the point of the commercial was to show that Cheerios are with you from the beginning and to encourage people to buy Cheerios, starting right when their little precious is able use his or her fine motor skills to pick up one tiny Cheerio. However, we thought the ad would be more authentic if it simply showed a baby grabbing as many Cheerios as her little hammy hands could hold and then shoving them all into her mouth, dropping countless Cheerios on the floor, only to be stepped on and crushed later.