Research companies declared the Doritos' pug commercial the most recalled ad of the 2011 Superbowl season. When I showed it to Sage and Eliza, they sat glued to our computer screen, watching a tiny dog knock over an adult (not to mention a door) for a bag of Doritos.
At first I thought they liked it because they could relate to the little dog's obsession with Doritos.
(In March 2010, I recorded the following: Eliza was munching on a bag of Doritos. Sage got antsy for Eliza to share the chips. When Eliza finally passed over the goods, Sage said with a look of disgust, “This bag smells like lots of hands have been in it.”)
After some more thought about the Pug commercial, I realized that even greater than Sage and Eliza's love of Doritos is their fear of dogs. What I took to be an interest in fake orange cheese powder was more likely a visual representation of Sage and Eliza's deepest fear and firmest suspicion: that every dog on the planet wants to jump on them and knock them down. Interestingly enough, this commercial might actually be a cure for my girls' love of Doritos. (Example: If I eat Doritos, dogs will knock down doors to jump on me.)
But a discussion of fear of dogs (mine as well as the genetically inherited case of my girls') will have to be saved for another post. The real question remains--is a love of Doritos and Cheetos and fake orange cheese dust hereditary? In the simple random-ish sample of me and my posterity, I'm forced to conclude yes.
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I'd say . . . a definite yes on the hereditary business . . . but I refuse to confess from which side of the family. :)
The cure for Doritos is getting sick after you eat them. I have not touched a Dorito willingly since I was 17.
As for the dogs...I don't have any advise. It's a good thing we got rid of ours before we started doing things together. Richard and Kelly could tell you stories about how our dog "lovingly" attached them.
As I'm (Corey) posting this comment, my wife is eating cheetos. It makes me want to ponder the meaning of life and Taylor polynomials (ie the same thing).
Ha, Mom! That is hilarious; their greatest love with their greatest fear! Can you get a video of them climbing on top of you when teensy little dogs approach, please?! Also, I might have a tiny bit of the hereditary love of dangerously cheesy yellow dust.
Let me contribute one thought: When the Williams came to visit the Nielsens' new puppies, Liza wanted to take one home (as long as she could look at it only while standing on top of the picnic table). Janel promised she could take home the little puppy if he could sit next to her in the car on the drive home. Game over. No more pleas for the puppy.
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