About two weeks ago Niek and I took a trip to the baby mega-store, known here as Prénatal. I imagine it's probably something like the American behemoth, Babies"R"Us, except on a much smaller scale. We had yet to visit the place, and we only went for one thing: the free box of crap they give you. If you sign up and agree to have annoying e-mails sent to your inbox, probably for the rest of your kid's life, Prénatal will send you a voucher for "The Happy Box." I didn't really think much of the name, until Niek informed me that "box" can also be used as a euphemism for female genitalia in Dutch. Got to love the marketing genius who came up with the free giveaway. So, we made our way to to the superstore cracking jokes about my happy box along the way.
We didn't buy anything, and we spent very little time looking around. I just wanted my free stuff. Lots of standard things in the package: coupons for things I didn't need, advertisements for things I didn't want, a few newborn diapers, a pacifier, blah, blah, blah. But then, at the bottom, I spotted something pretty amazing. Among the ruins of ads for shampoo and formula were two miniature cans of this: