Robby is an extremely active child who prefers playing to watching television. He typically watches a few minutes of cartoons in the morning as he wakes up and select shows with his Daddy at night. Other than those times, he only sits and watches TV when he is sick. It's a good thing that he doesn't zone out in front of the television because he is a sucker for commercials!
I am amazed at how versed he has
become in commercial jingles, tag lines and money back guarantees. We
can't walk through the grocery store without his picking up a product
and reenacting the spokesperson spiel. I am bombarded down the aisles
with pleas to buy the latest miracle product he spies on the shelves.
he has a talent for pitching cleaning products, his true passion lies
with infomercial products. He is easily swayed by the often frantic
demonstrations and the money back guarantees. When I try to employ logic
he only becomes more adamant in his sales pitch. "It works Momom. They
showed it on TV. See, I told you it works. We neeeeeed this!"
some unknown reason, his favorite product is the "perfect pancake pan."
He has been mesmerized with this pan since he saw it advertised for the
first time, and I am bombarded with pleas, justifications and begging
every time we see it in the store. Despite the fact that I don't have a
problem flipping pancakes, he is utterly convinced that my kitchen is
deprived because I don't own one.
A few days ago while Robby
was playing with his Legos, I turned on Spongebob and told my little
builder that I would be in the computer room if he needed me. About
five minutes later I heard him running down the hall before frantically
pounding on the door. In a hurried voice he asked me if I had a major
credit card. I thought it was an odd question, but needing to finish my
project I decided it was best to just answer and not ask any questions.
He quickly closed the door and went running down the hallway.
the minutes passed I could hear Robby running around the house and up
and down the stairs. I finally decided to abandon my work when I heard
the front door slam closed. I found him running up the stairs, talking
on the phone with his little hand wrapped around my debit card.
must have sensed my displeasure by the look on my face because he
immediately began to justify his actions. "Don't worry Momom. I'm just
getting you a present. It's okay, the man on the phone told me all I had
to do was read him the numbers and then you will never tear another
pancake. It's going to be great Momom. It's Guar-AN-Teed!"
the phone away from his eager little ear and calmly spoke to the
individual on the other end. Robby apparently called the 800 number on
the infomercial and was in the process of ordering the Perfect Pancake
Pan. Thank goodness I caught him with my debit card before he read the
numbers. A few minutes later and I'd be part of the "pancake