Every so often, I’ll see something on television which perfectly sums up the parenting experience.
Take this commercial for instance:
At first, the mother’s heart lightens as she sees her son doing housework.
I can imagine what she’s thinking: “Is this real? Is this really happening? Is my child actually doing something to make the house LESS of a disaster?”
“Maybe I have been doing something right! Maybe all those hours of yelling and time-outs have finally paid off, and this kid is going to be fine after all.”
And then she learns the truth. The look on her face is priceless:
But hey, at least the kid had good intentions, right?
While I’m on the subject, there’s another Clorox commercial I’d like to discuss.
When Mrs. Cutter and I learned we would be having twins, our preference was to have one boy and one girl. (Really, we’re not just saying that now. That is really what we wanted.)
We didn’t want two girls, because the thought of having three teenage girls in the house at one time seemed agonizing. On the other hand, having two boys brings drawbacks of its own, as this commercial perfectly illustrates:
Hopefully, if Cujo and a friend decide to hold a distance contest, they’ll do it at the friend’s house…to which Cujo will likely never be invited back.
And here’s a final warning for Mrs. Cutter: When buying pants for our son, avoid complicated belts and buttons: