Each day, while I work, he runs in and out of my office after seeing his hero. In Demon Baby's mind, Billy Mays is almost better than a Ninja.
And every single product, according to Demon Baby is "ta-da."
"Mom . . . you gotta see this. You pour ketchup on your shirt, then you pour on this magic stuff, and ta-da, stains gone. I'm SERIOUS."
"Mom . . . you gotta see this. You pour this stuff on your floors that Billy says is great and they get shiny. Ta-da, scratches gone. I'm SERIOUS."
"Mom . . . you gotta see this. First, you get a garden, then you get this thing that digs holes in your garden. Then, ta-da, planting is easy. I'm SERIOUS."
Billy is now hawking something to make "sliders" (mini-burgers). Sure. This is just what I need. A raw meat press.
I hear Billy Mays's voice in my dreams. Only this little hoarse Demon Baby voice comes out (Demon Baby's voice has to be heard--very hoarse sounding and cute) and says "Ta-da!"