A Wiping We Will Go (a.k.a. Incongruous Baby Products)
In between trips back and forth to the hospital, bouts of shopping, spells of baby-room-readying, lengthy crying/laughing sessions (etc), I've spent some of my few idle moments thinking of all the things I can't wait to introduce Willow to. Friends; extended family; the outside world (in general), birds (specifically herons); The Wizard of Oz; the films of Pixar; Bagpuss; John Byrne's run on The Fantastic Four…and so on.
Near the top of that virtual/imagined list would be the Looney Tunes cartoons of the 1940s & 50s. Imagine, then, my surprise (go on, imagine it) when such reveries were interrupted by the sight of the below in Guiney's today.
Now I realise that the wild, lunatic energy of the original cartoons has long since been domesticated, tamed, and commodified – but I'd still never have guessed that the seething, eternal enmity between Bugs and Elmer Fudd would (or could) be used to sell "Tender Care Wipes". Elmer's gun seems to have been airbrushed out, but you can't disguise the look on his face. He wants to kill that wabbit. A mind this bent on murder is, one would have thought, rather unlikely to be overly concerned with care wipes (tender or otherwise).
Nice little visual gag on the back of the packet though, showing (perhaps) that some of the ol' spunk is still there.
Unless of course it's a genuine warning. In which case – Looney Tunes, R.I.P.
In Conclusion: Come home soon, honey. Daddy has much to show thee.
January 24, 2009
3 responses to A Wiping We Will Go (a.k.a. Incongruous Baby Products)
I hate that you can’t stay there too. I know it must be so hard to go home and leave them behind.
Jess is actually home – thank the gods – so I don’t have to crawl into an empty bed. Wouldn’t be able to cope if she wasn’t.
We’re lucky, too, in that we’re within a short walk of the hospital – so we can get in to see our little darlin’ pretty easily. There are babies in Neonatal whose parents live in different counties. I can’t imagine how hard that must be.
Heading in to see her shortly and to give her some tender care. Will tell her about the wipes. She’ll get a kick (in fact, many kicks) out of it.
Hm. The exed-out bunny reminds me of a joke I heard as a kid. You don’t need to use rabbits anymore, bears of the forest! Bugs Wipes are here!