Punching Cinderella

So, I stopped at this light yesterday and glanced to my right just in time to see one of those blow up punching toys. You know the kind I mean. It has a little sand in the bottom to keep it coming back for another punch. It is kind of oblong and about four foot high. Yeah that toy.

They all come with a picture on them. I imagine that it would be less fun without someone’s face to punch? I did a double take on this one, however. There, as big as life, was... none other than.... I’m purposely drawing out the suspense. I know that you are thinking, “King Kong, the HULK, Superman or Batman.”

Nope. None of the above. There she was. Cinderella. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I laughed my head off for at least a block! What on earth were they thinking?! Putting Cinderella on a punching bag!! I mean, GIVE ME A BREAK! Wife beating is a common malady here in Brazil. Everyday it is in the news. It is a sad statistic with no end in sight.

Now I know why. Cinderella punching bags. Give Junior the training while he is a child and when he is old he will not depart from it. That sounds kind of familiar.

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