Man, we're going on 5 years with these!
That's longevity.
In these ads, woman talk about how good Yoplait yogurt is, comparing it to diverse pleasures like true love and owning a private island.
These ads may very well stay on top of my list until they go away.
In my least favorite example, we have FOUR women in a beach bungalow,
enjoying yoplait yogurt together, and talkin 'bout how good it is.
"Ooo, this is Day At The Spa Good"
"No, this is Foot Massage Good"
The ladies drive their points home by pointing with their spoons.
This is like, Shoot Me In The Eye Bad.
The last chick caps it off with "A Weekend With No Boys Good."
All the girls agree. She is like SOOOO right.
One lady in particular gives her this LOOK,
like she's going to emit a big homosexual "Heeeeey!"
Very sassy. Oh something so profound has been said.
GO on wit yo bad self, girl, yeah!
Once again the female is empowered through her choice of the right product.
Yay women!
P.S. Ladies, Yoplait yogurt is almost ALL high-fructose corn syrup. Eat up, fuckers.
I suppose by now we've all seen these cutesy commercials
featuring ordinary people, speaking in voices that are not their own.
The "identity theft victim" is usually shown sitting calmly, mouthing the words
as the hilarious voice of the "identity thief" describes a rampant shopping spree.
In each of these ads, the humor comes from the sharp contrast
between the voice-over (the voice of the evil thief) and the appearance of the "victim".
A beautiful black woman speaks in the voice of a dorky white teenage boy.
An old lady talks like a trucker, a redneck talks like a schoolgirl.
The voice is usually very animated, while the "victim" sits with a deadpan face, mouthing the words.
Hilarity ensues.
My problem is with the latest in this series of ads,
featuring "Darrel P.", a black man in an undershirt.
You know, sometimes you go over to someone's house and they have the TV on.
You'll stand around talking, maybe you get a drink from the fridge,
and then you are suddenly interrupted by this hideous noise coming from the TV.
"Good Christ," you both say.
"What is that awful sound and how do I make it stop?"
Turning toward the television, you see Darrel P. - Identity Theft Victim.
Darrel P. speaks in the whiny high-pitched voice of a stupid young girl.
I've never actually heard fingernails on a chalkboard, but I have heard it described.
This voice, it's like a mosquito that flew into your ear.
Oh, but Darrel P. doesn't stop at just speaking.
Darrel P. sings a song. A Toni Braxton favorite, "Unbreak My Heart".
This is the point when everyone in the room lunges for the mute button.
The other annoying thing that sets this ad apart from its predecessors
is that, as Darrel chatters and sings,
he makes faces and gestures like an excited teenage girl.
In all of the other Citibank ads, the "victim" seems completely unaware
that a strange voice is coming out of their mouth.
In this ad, Darrel P. seems not only aware, but delighted!
His hands flutter like cartoon bluebirds as he makes all kinds of annoying girly talk.
A small point, yes, but aggravating to me nonetheless.
A cop pulls over a Volkswagen packed with 23 kids in it.
"Let me guess,..." he says. "Stuffed French Toast down at IHOP."
Yeah, that would be my first guess, too.
There are about 12 of these commercials and they're all the same.
A bunch of colorful people are engaging in kooky behavior of some sort.
A cheerful onlooker shakes his head.
"What could have gotten into those guys?"
Then it dawns on him.
Of course.
I should have known.
There is quite obviously some wacky new crepe or banana pancake or chocolate chip omelette "down at IHOP"
with a deal so irresistible that, once exposed,
these good people had no choice but to lose their senses.
"Ah," says the enlightened cop / coach / bus driver.
"It's got to be those stuffed French chocolate chip pineapple popovers down at IHOP!"
Because the International House of Pancakes is the unseen all-controlling power of the universe, governing our behavior with each fresh and fruity special.
Apart from the enormous gaps in logic
what really gets to me about these ads is the "Down At IHOP".
Every single commercial, "Down At IHOP"
Every time I hear it, I repeat it. Mystified. "Down At IHOP."
What makes IHOP "down" exactly?
Is it because it's such a happenin' place?
Suppose you live downhill from the IHOP?
Then you might go "up to IHOP." Right?
Three or four kids sneak down to the kitchen
to grab a clandestine midnight snack.
The kid is like "Shhh, don't wake my parents... I've got Totino's..."
Yeah, so they're all makin' their hot little Totino's rolls and whatnot.
And as soon as they start eating, the kids start yelling.
That's right. Totino's Pizza Rolls are so good, they give you Tourettes.
The first one shouts, "Hey this tastes like a PIZZA!"
Then this one kid yells "MINE TASTES LIKE A TACO !!!"
I mean he fucking screams it.
Yes, people. Scream at me and I'll buy whatever you're selling.
Suddenly the hallway light turns on.
Looks like our little brats have woken the parents.
How would you like to wake up to "Mine tastes like a taco"?
"Run!" scream the kids, and they flee the kitchen. Yelling.
Good one, kids. YELL A LOT and run away.
Now, they'll never know it was you who ate the Totino's rolls.
"Today, we're doing self-portraits. But I want you to paint your SOUL!"
Raising a power fist, the painting instructor surveys her students.
Paint your soul, she says, and this old foxy lady clearly knows all about soul.
She is one bas-ass headscarf-wearin funky fresh old school soul SISTA.
This is a woman with black velvet paintings of afro ladies in her living room.
One student in particular looks Mighty Pleased with herself.
As she pours her soul out onto the canvas,
the wise instructor comes around to have a look.
"Oh," she says, "Now THAT's what I'm talkin 'bout,"
as if giving the definitive answer to Arnold Drummond's oft-repeated query.
So what did the girl paint? A fucking Jeep.
A giant ass SUV. That's her soul.
A corporate symbol. That's HER SOUL!
A posession. Something she owns. Is her SOUL!
And the old bitch bought it!
"Yeah, girl, that's yo soul right there. Yo Soul is a Jeep."
Shoot me! What the frickety frack is THAT?
This ad has been making me angry for six months,
and I can't keep it to myself any longer!
The ad shows a young couple from the waist down,
arguing about what's wrong with the computer and how to fix it.
Meanwhile, a toddler with a plastic hammer
uncontrollably bangs away at the mouse and keyboard.
The tyke is momentarily interrupted by a weak and ineffective
"Sweetie, could you stop that?" from the Mother Of The Year.
What could possibly be wrong with the computer?
I dunno, maybe Bam Bam beat the crap out of it
while you were arguing about how to program the VCR,
yet another 3-second easy task that advertisers think we can't perform.
Here's the kicker: by bashing the computer's mouse, Terror Tyke
accidentally activates the AOL Computer Check-Up,
a diagnosics and repair program provided by... AOL.
Give me a break.
If you would trust the stability of your PC to America Online
then you deserve to be insulted like this.
The parents - and these, o consumer, are meant to represent you -
finally regain awareness of their surroundings
long enough to give us a cartoony "What the...!"
Har har guffaw! Ouch, my side.
Wow, imagine. Dumb people can use AOL.
It's what they've been telling us for years, folks.
Join AOL and you too can use something
as complicated and difficult as the internet.
Or your old VCR.
Taco Bell introduces a new menu "to keep wour wallet and your stomach full".
The ads feature people exiting Taco Bell and proclaiming, "I'm full!"
The concept itself is shameful - we don't eat food so we can be "full".
We're supposed to eat food for sustenance, nutrition, and for enjoyment.
Not for the feeling of our stomach walls being stetched.
Eating "to feel full" is a psychological interaction and has nothing to do with nutrition.
Advertising that food makes you full plays to America's self-destructive food obsession.
And just in case this insult was too subtle for you,
Taco Bell hits us with this obnoxious Asian stereotype,
the Asian guy very clearly not yelling "I'm full," but rather, "Om Foh!"
I thought we were through with this in the 80's after Long Duck Dong,
but no, the Taco Bell people still like to laugh at an Asian who can't pronounce things.
That's one giant leap, people. Backwards.
Coke has all the money in the world and that's why it baffles me
that they chose this flimsy ad campaign to promote their new beverage, C2.
The ads display titles reading:
YOU CAN'T SPEED
YOU CAN'T CHANGE THE WEATHER
YOU CAN'T CHOOSE YOUR PARENTS
YOU CAN'T
UNTIL NOW
Excuse me?
If I drink this beverage, I can speed? I can change the weather?
Can I also screw girls without getting them pregnant?
What other super-powers will I inherit from drinking this magical elixir?
It's an electric hair trimmer designed for "sensitive areas".
A prominent feature of this particular ad
is the thorny crotchial region of a woman,
illustrating the razor bumps and ingrowns
that commonly occur with other hair removal methods.
The viewer is treated to a shot of this crotch a total of four times.
Sparking a lively discussion on the Commercials I Hate Forums,
(one writer called it "crotch-tastic", another, "camel-toe-riffic"),
the crotch sports a thick fold, leaving it up to nobody's imaginatiion
where the model's labia might be.
The ad also shows various women shaving their face with this thing.
This particular disgusting shot gets me every time.
The indisputably real facial expressions on these women
tell me that nobody's faking anything:
These are real live hairy ladies shaving their fuzz for the camera.
Nasty nasty nasty.
Never before have I been so astounded and disgusted by such a large-scale ad campaign.
The latest commercial for McDonald's all-new white meat Chicken McNuggets
involves a young couple sitting in a booth at a clean, modern McDonald's.
As the young woman begins to eat the McNuggets,
she tunes out her boyfriend, losing herself in the experience
of eating a McNugget actually made from a recognizable body part.
As the boyfriend inaudibly chatters on, the girl thinks to herself,
"Hmmm, New Chicken McNuggets made with white meat,"
as if noticing this exciting change for the first time.
The young woman's eyes wander, scanning the surprisingly classy McDonald's,
perhaps in search of a new boyfriend.
She thinks, "The old wasn't bad, but now something better has come along."
Yeah, that's right, Miss Frivolous, McDonald's has new meat, maybe you should get some.
And as if in answer to her silent prayer, a new guy walks into McDonald's,
making cosmic eye contact with her over her chatty boyfriend's shoulder.
The young woman is pleased, her boyfriend blissfully unaware
that she has chosen to move on, perhaps with a new man she knows nothing about.
My mouth hung open as I pondered the audacity of this ad.
Likening new Chicken McNuggets to dumping your significant other?
What's the message? That there's always something better out there?
Perhaps McFatty's would like us all to leave our spouses in search of improvement.
If McDonald's really wanted us to abandon the familiar in search of better things,
they would encourage us to start eating somewhere else.
In all the years I've written for this site,
I've tried my best to avoid writing about regional commercials.
About these ads, however, I can no longer keep quiet.
Smart & Final is a warehouse grocery chain with locations in Arizona, California, Florida, Nevada, Idaho, Oregon and Washington.
Their ads (which run incessantly in the morning here in LA)
feature this rotten kid wearing a chef hat.
First off, dressing a kid as a grown-up is something advertisers think is cute, but is in fact, NOT.
Second, the kid gives me the fuckin creeps.
He has this wide fish mouth full of all these tiny tiny teeth like some kind of goblin.
Third, the kid can't talk. Hello. Spokesperson. Speech.
You would think the two go hand in hand.
They always have the kid say two to five words,
which he totally mutilates. "Final" becomes "Fine-all".
It all goes back to the Mazda "Zoom Zoom" kid.
It's like, give a kid two words to say and he fucks both of them up.
Watching this kid attempt to wrap his monster mouth around phrases like "Get smart!" and "Better hurry" is more than I can take in the morning.
Next Smart & Final ad I see, I don't want to see this kid.
I just want to see the chef's hat, charred and smoking.
That would be smart and final.
It has been a long time since I ragged on (har, har, har)
an ad for a feminine product, but this one just isn't going away.
Every morning I've been seeing this commercial for a menopause treatment called Femring. The ad describes symptoms of menopause while it shows ladies jogging and getting into hot tubs.
The word "vaginal" is spoken four times in this ad, and it appears on the screen another three times. That's SEVEN "vaginals" during my breakfast.
The ad says you shouldn't use femring if you have irregular vaginal bleeding or blood clots. Then the ad goes on to say that a side effect of Femring is irregular vaginal bleeding.
I am so lucky I'm not a guy who puts ketchup on his eggs.
Perhaps the most disturbing thing about the ad is that it says Femring is not a pill, a patch, or a cream. Now I am left with my imagination to figure out what the hell it might be. If it's not a pill, a patch, or a cream, what does that leave? I'm left to conclude it's something that must be inserted.
I imagine countless omelettes being tossed in the trash.
This summer I was severly disturbed by a commercial for a foot fungus medicine called Lamisil. The commercial features an evil animated foot fungus. He stands in front of a big toe, explaining that all he wants to do is to get into your nail bed.
He then RIPS the TOENAIL OFF of the toe. I was in bed when I saw this. I screamed like a woman and clutched the covers right off the bed.
Prying a toenail off of a big toe is NOT something nice people show on television. God DAMN this is some freaky shit. I just looked at the picture myself and I feel like I'm gonna barf. Who would show this to innocent people?
Chevy Chase is in a supermarket
when he is spotted by these two ladies.
Two ladies who are grocery shopping together.
Because that happens.
One lady says "Oooh, look, it's that guy who falls!"
Okay first of all it is NOT 1976.
In 1976, Chevy was "the guy who falls".
Now he's just "Chevy Chase, the old comedian with the scary makeup and the bad haircolor job".
Chevy says he doesn't do the pratfalls anymore because "he doesn't have that insurance," yet he sure knows an awful lot about it. So why doesn't he have it?
This ad is revolting. Chevy used to make me laugh.
Now he makes me cry. Sad, sad, tears.
I would like to extend
a hearty "fuck you" to the makers
of the Casual Male Big & Tall catalog.
Their new ad says: "When you're big and tall,
it's hard to find clothes
that give you the freedom to enjoy life."
Let me tell you something.
I am five foot six and a half.
I can't see at a fucking football game
because whenever something exciting happens
everybody stands up.
I don't think tall guys have any trouble enjoying life.
Well - maybe tall ugly guys.
This doesn't look to me like a guy who should be kept away from rope and sharp objects.
This guy isn't missing the freedom to enjoy life,
and I don't feel the least bit sorry for him
if he can't find a necktie.
"Every Kiss Begins with Kay"
What kind of a fucked-up thing is that to say?
EVERY kiss has to stem from jewelery?
Like, your wife will NEVER kiss you unless you give her diamonds. Like God forbid she should touch you without adequate compensation.
Maybe if you give her TWO diamonds,
she'll have sex with you.
Of course I fucking get it. This is a humor website.
What I can't believe is that you actually think you're the first person
since 2002 to call this to my attention. There's like 26 of you. You know who you are.
You would think because the cable comany takes so goddamn much of my money,
that they would be able to pay for better commercials.
This first commercial is like a political ad against digital satellite systems,
and features different bad actors
pretending to be satellite customers
ranting about all the extra charges.
The capstone in this monument to bad advertising
is four people talking at the same time saying
"Nickel and dime, nickel and dime, nickel and dime."
These four people are not even remotely almost in unison.
Charter adds insult to irritation with a second ad
featuring an 11 year old boy talking about
how great it is to have the Charter Pipeline cable modem.
It's in his bedroom.
Which means there's a planet full of pedophiles
waiting to buddy chat with his young Filipino ass.
Forgetting the irresponsibility of the whole thing,
what stands out the most about this ad
is that it's completely out of sync! Every time!
I pay 45 dollars a month for basic cable and this is the best they can pay for?
Can we stop with the Zoom Zoom already?
I still don't have a clue why Mazda
thought this was a good idea.
And what the FUCK is up with the stupid kid?
They hired a kid to say one word - twice: "Zoom"
And what does he come out with? "Zum zum."
I still don't know what's going on
with Little Mr. Zum Zum's goofy suit.
Is he supposed to be an Amish kid?
Amish aren't supposed to play
with things that go zoom zoom.
This ad shows a very fat kid in a kitchen chair
eating barbequed chicken.
In front of him is a stack of napkins,
and he repeatedly wipes sauce off of himself,
throws the discarded napkin on the floor, and grabs a new one.
There are no adults around him, anywhere.
After ten seconds, I'm trying to figure out what I would hit him with.
It's either a tennis racket or a fly swatter.
This new Tide commercial shows a woman taking her son to kindergarten. The voice-over is like, "separation is hard," blah, blah, blah.
Then we hear THIS:
"It's easy for Spencer. As long as he gets to wear his favorite shirt, every day. The hard part is getting it clean every night."
Hello, I'm a slave to my child.
The ad shows this tyke pouring green paint on the shirt, and then the mom, pouring Tide on the green stain.
I'm pretty sure my mother read parenting books. I believe those books are still in print, people.
Here's a woman who does laundry and washes the same shirt "EVERY NIGHT",
just so her kid won't throw a hissy fit.
Lady! Get over it! Teach your kid to wear different clothes!
The song, the damn song! What does this mean?
"My heart won't skip a beat.
I never look before I leap.
Ride. Just enjoy the ride.
Don't need a reason why.
Everything's alright."
That's the song. That's it.
Is she the ride? Do I have to be over 40 inches?
All these Visa commercials are supposed to show you what a hassle it is to pay with anything other than Visa.
This is so stupid!
I've never been anywhere that "wouldn't take a check", and I've never been asked to show more than my driver's license!
And:
Often when I use my Visa Check card,
I have to show my ID anyway!
This commercial with the pet store-
where the guy says "I have to phone this in," (!!!) and "This doesn't look like you" - is infuriating!
I mean, what's the fucking problem?
Using a Visa Check card,
showing your ID and
signing the receipt or
punching in your PIN
takes just as much time
as writing a check.
And you still have to show your ID
and WHO THE FUCK
leaves the house without their ID anyway?
You Visa people SUCK
and you continue to annoy me through the years.
STOP IT STOP IT STOP IT!!!
How these Visa people keep annoying me is mind-boggling.
This is one of my "mute-button all-stars,"
the commercial with the guy and his girlfriend in the tattoo parlor.
We hear the sounds of "Donna" by Richie Vallens, who is conveniently unavailable to complain.
The girl says "Are you sure you want to do this?" And then we see the guy.
And he's nasty looking!
The ugly guy says "I want everyone to know who I love."
Then we come to the pivotal "I ran out of money" part of the Typical Visa Commercial.
The ugly guy pulls out a wad of bills and
WITHOUT COUNTING IT announces that he only has 41 dollars.
Then we see the guy chasing his girlfriend down the sidewalk yelling "I'll get it fixed...DONNA." What an actor! A real class act. Anyway.
Don't get me started on the cliche graffiti wall, manhole steam and sirens.
Getting a tattoo is so seedy!
So then the music changes to "Oh, Don..."
And this ugly guy looks at the camera and mumbles "Very funny."
I watched this thing eight times before I realized he was talking about the music.
Like he could hear it.
Damn that commercial makes me pissed off.
Hi there.
Can we suck in our cheeks any further?
Old male model trick.
This guy is lining up a pool shot, and there's this cooey music
with female moaning and whispering "Dentyne Ice".
Just as our pool man is about to gnaw right through his cheeks,
this mystery woman comes up and just starts kissing him for no reason.
Should I really believe a woman goes to a pool hall by herself (in a cocktail dress),
armed with Dentyne Ice and ready to slobber all over some random guy
who is sucking his cheeks in like a goldfish?
Who do they pay to come up with this crap?
When I originally posted this ad review in 2000,
I posted the names of the director, producer and creative team involved in creating the ad.
After all, that's what we wanted to know, right? Who do they pay to come up with this crap?
In 2005 I received this e-mail:
My response:
Hi [name deleted],
I'm glad you and the team are enjoying the site
and I hope to see you as a regular user on the new message board.
It would be nice to see some opinions from "the other side".
You'll see that I've removed your names from the website,
and hopefully within a few weeks, Commercials I Hate
won't be the very first link when you google your own name.
I've also updated the page to reflect the facts you've presented to me
regarding the age of the Dentyne Ice commercial.
I hope I haven't done you a disservice by failing to remove my review.
I worked for years as a freelance PA
and I would have hated to see a website out there criticizing my PA abilities,
describing how the 2nd AC on the Ludacris video
failed to get the hot dog he asked me for,
or that I accidentally made eye contact with Missy Elliott,
completely breaking her lip-syncing concentration.
I wish you continued luck and success
and I admire your pluck in the face of adversity.
I still stand my my story that that guy
was perfectly capable of getting his own hot dog.
Take care,
Nathan Alexander
Commercials I Hate .com
"A picnic is what happens when friends get together over the best fried chicken you've ever tasted."
Why would people want to eat chicken that I've tasted?
Olive Garden will not stop with these commercials where real Italian families are supposed to be eating at the Olive Garden!
Can you imagine the complaints they would get from people who are used to real Italian food?
In one commercial, a guy brings his cousin from Italy to eat at the Olive Garden.
Can you fucking imagine?
Americanized chain restaurant food!
I hope the chef had a bulletproof vest.
The minute-long commercial for herpes medication.
It's great that we know what the medicine is,
and what it's for,
and what it's not ("a cure for herpes"),
but WHAT ARE WE LOOKING AT?
A woman on a swing set!
Great. Are we now supposed to infer that she has herpes?
What I want to know is where this swing is so I can avoid it and not sit on it.
That was the old commercial,
Now we have "Hi, I'm Lisa, the kickboxing Latina with Herpes."
And we see her kicking and jabbing and sweating everywhere. Eeew!
For years, Wal-Mart has had these ads with the little animated smiley-face.
We see a big sign with a price on it.
Then a smiley face bounces around
and lowers the price.
The commercial ends with "Wal-Mart. Always."
Suddenly K-Mart has this commercial:
We see a big sign with a price on it.
Then little blue lights hop around
and lower the price.
(with epileptic seizure-inducing flashes)
The commercial ends with "Blue light Always."
Clean the place.
Make the check-out aisles WIDER than a shopping cart.
Lower prices.
Keep everything in the same place, week after week.
Label everything with a price.
24/7 baby!
Don't allow families larger than 8 to shop all at once.
Hire a really old guy to say hello to you when you walk in.
Incorporate Customer Service into the Customer Service counter.
Re-instate English as the primary language.
Put up big signs that tell you where things are.
Take the retarded people away from the cash registers
and have them gather shopping carts from the parking lot.
Have Charmin Ultra in stock.
Fabric section.
Lose the con-job "claw" machines with the stuffed animals.
Put a big fat McDonald's inside.
After all that - THEN maybe they'll have an excuse for running a Wal-Mart ad with K-Mart logos.
The psychics have gone completely overboard!!!
Have you seen this one???
Same lady (Bo Griffin).
"You've been amazed by our psychics,
but this time it's me who's going to shock and amaze you!
That's right, if you call now,
I'll give you a FREE 12-minute reading with a gifted psychic!"
And WHAT does it SAY at the bottom of the screen?
To be eligible for free reading,
caller must sign up for
long-distance service change!
What idiot thinks this is free?
"Hmmm, that's all I have to do for a free real psychic reading?"
What would you do for a klondike bar?
Found on YouTube:
My favorite awful psychic commercial,
reviewed on CIH in 1998.
A woman offers her friend a dairy treat.
"No thanks, dairy foods really do a number on my stomach."
The first woman is taken aback.
"You're lactose intolerant?"
To which the friend articulately responds, "Huh?"
So this woman is bright enough to
establish that the pains in her abdomen
are due to the consumption of dairy products,
yet she is totally unaware that her condition
is called "lactose intolerance?"
Damn, this was a bad one.
Watch it and you will understand.
This kid - you can hear the snot in his voice.
And his dialogue overlaps itself.
Total crap.
And that pizza? Please.
Here's how their first commercial went:
A guy goes into a pizza place (not Pizza Hut)
and orders "the Edge pizza".
The pizza guy promptly
cuts all the edges off of a regular pizza.
The customer then says,
"That's not the Edge pizza."
Buddy, that's exactly what the Edge pizza is!
Six or eight huggy guys and gals hangin' out on the front steps.
So here they all are, passing around this stick of Arrid, each one of them rubbing it on their FOREARMS and marveling at how clear it is!
First of all, who passes around their deodorant so that all of their cuddly buddies can wipe it on themselves?
Second of all, these people are lying all over each other like a pile of pillows!
How cute. "Jeff! Rub it on mine!!!"
Use Arid, for your swingin' lifestyle.
And what is up with this forearm business?
They'll never get it to come off! Idiots.
You know, we've all hated these commercials for years now,
but they are in fact getting worse.
The stupid song never goes away,
and may attack you at work or at home,
especially on the john.
The concept itself is pretty frightening.
Don't they KNOW that if a child CAN remove his training pants,
that he'll DO it?
What a nightmare!
The latest commercial for Pull-Ups wins this week's Loathesome Award.
The little girl runs around in the garden with a trowel or something,
and the song goes:
"I'm a big kid, look what I can do/
I can make a garden grow like a big kid too..."
The commercial doesn't even mention
pulling your pants up or down.
What is this planting flowers thing going on here?
Who thought of that?
So now, your child can take off his Pull-Ups and plant them?
Let us in on the secret, please!
