During our quick trip to NYC last weekend, Zander was looking for something to read while he was, um, using the bathroom. We didn't bring any of his magazines, so instead grabbed one of those high-end magazines often found in hotel rooms. Zander seemed happy enough with it and went about his business.
A few minutes later I was surprised to hear Z say, "Come look at these rotten tires, mom!" I was even more surprised to see this advertisement, which he thought was for "rotten tires:"