This commercial has been running through my head lately:
As a young child I was absolutely convinced that a bus full of the happy Sweet Pickles characters would show up at my door. I made it my mission to pester my mother until she caved and ordered me Sweet Pickles.
She refused.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Good job Mom!
I think of this every time we are at Target and my children
I know that I drove my mom nuts, she is mostly alright today ;)...my sweet boys will not break me with requests!
I learned to read without the Sweet Pickles flashcards, my kids won't starve if I don't hit the drive thru everyday (even if they are suddenly STARVING).
I am turning into my mother.
It is wonderful! (for real, my mom is awesome)
Anyone else channeling mom lately?
"Sweet Pickles is great!"