A Little Piece of Happy ™

Trident®: A Little Piece of Happy ™

I have always been a fan of Trident® gum. In fact, my grandmother encouraged this life-long fondness by awarding good behavior with A Little Piece of Happy ™ She simply refused to give us sugary treats, and Trident® was the only gum way back when (no . . . I'm not saying how far back) that was sugar-free.

Now, as a mother to four who is very concerned with dental health, this is the only gum I ever purchase. In seventeen years of raising four boys, we have yet to have one single cavity!

Remember this commercial?

Now that's something to laugh about!
Did you see that hair?

Get your happy on!

Gather the kids, and click the smiley below!

Go ahead . . . try it!

Want to have some more fun? Go to Trident's ®: A Little Piece of Happy ™ [LAND]!


FYI:

Trident was the first nationally distributed sugar-free product and the first product promoted as not causing tooth decay. Since then, Trident has been sold in the U.S. under the proposition, “The Great Taste that is Good for Your Teeth.”

Here's my take on Trident's: A Little Piece of Happy ™:


I'm in the middle of making dinner when a telemarketer calls. The doorbell rings just a few seconds into the pitch, which makes the dogs bark relentlessly. This, in turn, wakes the baby who is now screaming at the top of his lungs.

Baby on hip.
Phone on shoulder.
Pot of sauce boiling over on the stove.
Something's burning in the oven.

The twins begin fighting.
"It's mine!"
"NO! Mine!"
[Simultaneously, they yell] "MOM!"

"Sure, I'll give you my credit card number over the phone and trust that you are not some Cameroon scammer, wanting to break me of my very last cent." * Note the sarcastic tone *

Click!

Oldest son jets out of his room.

"Mom, can I have the keys to the car?"

I open the door to find a neighborhood kid on the other side.

The dogs jet out the door, making their thrice daily 'great escape tour' of the great outdoors.

"Can I come in and play with the twins?"

"No, we're about to eat dinner. Maybe tomorrow."

The whole time I'm speaking politely, I'm thinking, "Can't you hear the utter chaos going on behind these doors? Get a clue, dude!

The second oldest yells across the room, "Mom! I have to be at band practice in five minutes!"

Chase down the dogs (baby on hip) and take them back home.

Pull the charred dinner rolls out of the oven.

Rip the ear-piercing fire alarm off the wall.

Fix the plates.

Have the kids wash up for dinner.

Hubby finally walks through the door.

"How was your day?"

Give him the baby.

Take the second oldest to band practice.

Pop in a piece of Trident's Passionberry Twist™ and chew.

Take a deep breath.

[Sigh]

Take thirty minutes to drive the five minute route back home.

Just me and A Little Piece of Happy™!