Often, when I'm going grocery shopping, I'll be forced to decide, "Which fruit do I want Daisy to smell like?"
Most of the hair products that we buy for her have some fruity scent. Currently her shampoo smells like watermelon and her detangler smells like green apple. The combination is disturbingly similar to the fruit salad we often order at our local diner. Although I do kind of love fruit salad, it's a totally different love than I have for my daughter. Very confusing on sleep-deprived mornings.
It's not just the children's hair supplies that are afflicted with fruity odors, it's a fairly large percentage of all cleaning supplies. Who decided that my laundry is supposed to smell like grapefruit, or that my dishes should have a lemony zest? Most of the time I'm eating foods that don't need lemon. I blame the marketing people. Pawns of the lemon lobby, they are.
And, as long as I'm yapping about grocery stores, can I say that it's odd that the power bars are in the ice cream aisle? What if I'm in that aisle and I only have enough time or money to pick one product? Power bar or ice cream? Power bar or ice cream?
Am I the good exercising Mike or the evil dessert-scarfing Mike? How do I decide? Have I grown a goatee? 1000 quatloos on the evil Mike! Now I'm just mixing my references.
Anyway, life is challenging in odd ways.