In the panoply of mind-fuckingly annoying Americana, the Daisy songs take the sour cream cake. But not for this tot.
This could be proof that there’s some type of subliminal programming in those commercials.
in advertising, babies, horror, my nerves 
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I’m relieved she’s not thrilled with Dr. Phil. THAT would be a genuine horror.