In which my 7 year old reveals Obama’s egregious copyright violation

Tristan and I are in the car, sitting in the Tim’s drivethrough on the way to skating lessons. We’re listening to one of my favourite radio program on CBC, Terry O’Reilly’s The Age of Persuasion. The episode is about tag lines and slogans.

As it runs through the opening, it plays a series of famous tag lines from past to present, including Obama’s infamous rallying cry of “Yes, we can!”

Tristan says, “Hey, I recognize that guy!”

“I’m sure you do,” I reply. We may be Canadian, but the average school kid can likely name Obama as the President before Harper as the Prime Minister.

“That was Bob the Builder!”

It took me a full minute before I could reconcile his response, and then I couldn’t help but laugh. Loudly.

Can we build it? Yes, we can!

I wonder if Hit Entertainment has filed the copyright violation suit yet?

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