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I had Leta on the bed this morning, and as she was playing with toys I tried to coax her into saying, “Mama.” I sang “Mama mama mama,” over and over again, slowly mouthing MA MA with my lips wide and then together again.

When I stopped to take a breath she looked at me blankly, on cue, and said, “DA DA.”

Jon immediately ducked as I threw her stuffed purple rhinoceros at his head.

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Heather B. Armstrong

Hi. I’m Heather B. Armstrong, and this used to be called mommy blogging. But then they started calling it Influencer Marketing: hashtag ad, hashtag sponsored, hashtag you know you want me to slap your product on my kid and exploit her for millions and millions of dollars. That’s how this shit works. Now? Well… sit back, buckle up, and enjoy the ride.

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