Little Jo does not see commercial tv. She does not hear commercial radio. Yet nonetheless, she has picked up the Coles supermarket advertising campaign and gleefully sings Down Down.
She tried to shove some paper into our paper shredder when on her last visit. Sister and Bone Doctor over-reacted and instilled into the horrors of what the paper shredder could do to her fingers. R locked it off and we stayed silent. Later I looked at the paper shredder. There is no way a kid's fingers can fit into the slot. But how did she know how to shove paper into a paper shredder? Not from us. Sister does not have one. She wouldn't have seen it on tv. Maybe she has seen it at her occasional daycare place?
The brain of a child is like a monster sponge. I cannot believe what Little Jo has already absorbed in knowledge.
Like it or lump it, advertising gets to us, one way or t'other.
(note to self. Bring up Petula's song on Uchube and play it loud and sing along with Little Jo to the original)