I'm foggy on the details of why Reese was watching TV and how the TV ended up on this particular channel, but she's now seen a portion of her first infomercial, and this child is sold.
I've never met a five-year-old who wanted a steam mop, but there's a first for everything.
If you asked her about it, she'd tell you that is is no ordinary steam mop. I didn't even ask her about it, and she still told me. Repeatedly.
Reese: It cleans everything, mom. Everything!
Me: I see that.
Reese: Can we get one?
Me: No, honey, we already have a steam mop.
Reese: Not this type of mop. Ours only cleans on hard surfaces. This one cleans on all surfaces, even on carpets. Even in cars. Even in bathrooms! A doctor recommends it!
Clearly the commercial's rhetoric has been effective.
Me: It's okay, Reese. We have enough cleaning products.
Reese: But it's just three payments of $33! Mom, please!
I looked at her closely. There was legitimate desperation in her voice. She threw her hands up in exasperation. And I totally get it. For as messy as this child can be, she's still my girl. Somewhere deep in that DNA of hers, there is a clean gene lurking. We just needed the impressive power of the H2O Mop Ultra to draw it out.