Do you know who Billy Mays is, Mr. Infomercial? My 8 year-old son could be President of the Billy Mays Fan Club. He came running and screaming to fetch me one day for this huge "Come here, Mom" moment. I thought there was a major trauma. The moment was to watch a commercial for Big City Slider Station, an As Seen on TV mini-hamburger maker. Big B was so jazzed about it, and thinks it will revolutionize the burger-making process in the Miller household. Billy Mays says so.
This is not the first As Seen on TV item that Big B has drooled over. His Christmas list had the Betty Crocker cake maker on it — the one with that pudding mound in the middle. He is a walking infomercial on any product that intrigues him — want retail or shipping prices on Bendaroos? Want to know how many oranges the latest juice maker can squeeze per minute? Wondering which songs will be on the next Kidz Bop CD? Ask Big B.
I've shared some of B's quirks before (in THIS blog or THIS one), but it never fails to amuse me when he tries to sell his dad or I on some new product. My husband, Bill, played an evil joke on me when I was traveling a few weeks ago. Big B was blown away by these orthopedic soft soled shoes he found, for the low price of only $9.99. Bill agreed they were the perfect gift for me, eagerly paying for the shoes (and shipping & handling). My gifted sandals are white, orthopedic, and have velcro closures (think nursing shoes from about 60 years ago). They are so very hideous. I had to pretend to love them, of course, because it's the thought that counts. I've been searching for months for some other item both affordable and equally hideous to pay Bill back for his participation. I would check QVC or the Home Shopping Network, but there is no way I am willing to introduce that channel to the men in my life — could be dangerous!