“Tomorrow, you get to go be on television in your Halloween costume while drinking chocolate milk!”
The kids laughed at the notion of being on TV as I broke the news to them of what we would be doing the following morning. Swee’Pea laughed and exclaimed how fun that would be. TheMonk smiled and agreed that it would, indeed, be fun to drink chocolate milk while dressed as a red Power Ranger.
We were invited by a nice woman who I had befriended on Twitter. It just so happened she handled PR for the Got Milk ad campaign. We were invited, along with a couple of other kids – including blogger Mommy I’m Hungry (whose blog I will not read until after I win my weight-lost be because the food on that blog is not good for my will power), to participate in an on-air segment that offered suggestions to parents on ways to enjoy a healthier Halloween. I was told the kids would be drinking milk in the background while the dietician was interviewed.
This turned out not to be the case. Instead, they were at the table coloring and the news anchor, a very nice man named Raoul Martinez, actually expected to engage with the kids. Only one problem. My kids don’t talk to strangers. And it’s not even as if we’ve told them, “Don’t talk to strangers! They’re bad!” No, my kids just don’t talk to strangers. You have to earn their love and affection the old fashioned way, by getting on your knees and begging. Or bribery. That works too.
Anyway, the kids did well as the dietician representing Got Milk explained how a bucket-full of candy will kill you. They sat there and colored like good girls and boy.
Until TheMonk made a run for it. He’s lightning quick and dressed as a Power Ranger only increased his ability to zig and zag. On live television. If this is the beginning of his television career, then I’m thinking comedy might be his genre.
Of course, everyone laughed it off. After all, TheMonk was corralled pretty quickly and the segment went well overall. In fact it went so well that after the segment was over, Raoul came over and took my kid’s chocolate milk. He’s lucky he didn’t get his butt kicked by a muscular Power Ranger or turned into a toad by a cute little witch. Lucky for him I had promised the kids donuts if they did well on TV. Yes, bribery is my method of earning my kids love. Sue me.
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