Back in the day, when I was large with child, before I actually had a child, I knew everything there was to know about the proper way to raise a child.
It was in those days that I issued the edict that I would not pimp my child for Disney, that I would not do Disney’s advertising for them on the back of my child, that I would not spend $30 for pajamas with some questionable cartoon character on the front when the $10 no-character pajamas are just fine.
But that was before I saw little boy eyes light up at the sight of Lightning McQueen.
I thought about that this morning as I stripped my child out of his Lightning McQueen pajamas and then sent him to school in Lightning McQueen undies, Lightning McQueen socks, Lightning McQueen shoes, shirt, backpack and lunch box.I have become a Lightning McQueen marketing machine. Ka-Chow.
Crow casserole. Yummy.