I'll admit that we've been utilizing the television just a wee bit more than we usually do over here...
Morning Boy is on his fifth consecutive day with a nasty cough, lousy congestion and high fevers.
Yesterday the pediatrician said "flu."
So now we fall into the category of Guess-It-Doesn't-Matter-If-You-Get-The-Flu-Shot-or-Not.
We all got BOTH flu shots. But that's beside the point.
This morning my trusty side-kick started laughing from the couch and asked me if I saw the commercial that had just aired. "No," I said, "I didn't catch it." (Mentally flogging myself for even letting him watch anything but PBS) Then he started to tell me that a child had pee'd all over the wall and a picture. I reached over in disgust to shut off the TV, and he protested. "He didn't do it on purpose, Mom!" It didn't take long before the commercial came on again, and he had me watch.
BEHOLD: the funny commercial.
Funny! And I don't really miss those days.