As an update, my first Green-Walled Time Machine post is now up. Come take a look at the weird world of advertisements in teacher magazines in 1913.
copyright Claire Fuller
Doughnut Man
We passed the Michelin garage and right on cue, Brad started to whine.
“I want a doughnut, Dad. I want a doughnut . . .”
I snapped at him. “Those are tires, not doughnuts.” No good, of course. I was too exhausted to argue. We went to Tim Horton’s and I watched him stick his finger through the doughnut hole, rolling it around and making car noises. From tires to doughnuts and back to tires.
“Dad . . . Can I get a toy car? I want a toy car. Please? Pleeeease?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“If I get you one, you’ll just want a doughnut again.”
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