So, my friend Spills was up before dawn. Literally. While the sensible world slept, she crept downstairs to turn on the TV. She is allowed to go to Treehouse or to TVOntario. She chose to watch an infomercial instead about The Magic Bullet. When her Daddy stumbled downstairs some long time afterward, he was greeted with:
"Daddy, we need to get a Magic Bullet. You can make chocolate mousse with it. It's only nine ninety-nine."
Her father peered at the TV and said, "That says, ninety-nine ninety-nine. That's almost a hundred dollars. And why are you watching this?"
"Oh. Well, it makes chocolate mousse, and it will replace your current mixer."
"We don't need to replace our current mixer."
"Will our current mixer make chocolate mousse?"
"I think so."
"Really?? Can we make chocolate mousse today???"
"I don't know," her Daddy said. "In the meantime, you shouldn't be watching this. It's an ad."
"It's okay. I like it." Smiling winningly.
"I know you like it. The ad people like you too. They make these ads for people just like you. They hope you have your Daddy's credit card so you will call and order a magic bullet. Or ten."
"CAN WE?????"
"No, we can't. We don't want a magic bullet. We don't even want our current mixer. It's cumbersome and we have to wash it all by hand afterward. That's why we've never made chocolate mousse with it."
Smiling triumphantly: "The magic bullet goes in the DISHWASHER, so you don't have to wash it by hand."
"Yahoo," Daddy said, turning off the television and stumbling in the direction of coffee.
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