Commercials

I don't think I've ever realised

the power of advertising

until this trip home.

Ethan's not usually exposed to

tons of adverts.

He's been bombarded by them now.

Some aren't too bad,

others....

yikes!

I went to give Ethan his breakfast this morning.

He was having Cheerios.

"Wait!" he yells.

He needs to check the box before he eats.

Why?

Well, the advert says you need 

oat fibre

and he wants to check the box to make sure it has

oat fibre.

Yes, my son is concerned about his cholesterol.

"Mama, do you have a Gold Mastercard?"

I beg your pardon?

Well, it would seem

if you get a Mastercard Gold

from the Bank of Montreal

you can travel.

Now!

For free!

Well, at least according to the advert.

When you sign up, you get 1,000 free miles.

Then there's McDonalds.

Ethan gets one trip to McDonalds

and one to Burger King

each visit.

That's it.

We're home for a month,

we're not here to eat fast food.

Ah,

but the advert makes you think we should go there everyday.

Thanks alot McDs!!!!

My son loves to dance.

He's got great confidence

as he believes he's a much better dancer than he really is.

He loves watching breakdance as well.

In comes Coke.

They have some advert

about sponsoring a dance camp or something.

Am not sure exactly what it's all about.

What I do know,

is a kid drinks some coke

and he breakdances.

So, of course,

Ethan now thinks he should be allowed to drink Coke

because it will make him a better dancer!

Just another week and a half left

and then we return to the land

of non-commercialism.

I think I will make it!