As an update, my first Green-Walled Time Machine post is now up. Come take a look at the weird world of advertisements in teacher magazines in 1913.
We passed the Michelin garage and right on cue, Brad started to whine.
“I want a doughnut, Dad. I want a doughnut . . .”
I snapped at him. “Those are tires, not doughnuts.” No good, of course. I was too exhausted to argue. We went to Tim Horton’s and I watched him stick his finger through the doughnut hole, rolling it around and making car noises. From tires to doughnuts and back to tires.
“Dad . . . Can I get a toy car? I want a toy car. Please? Pleeeease?”
“If I get you one, you’ll just want a doughnut again.”