I walked in the door this morning after dropping Leta off at preschool and found Chuck snuggled up exactly like this with her naked Cabbage Patch doll. I looked at him and said, dude, I don’t even want to know.
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the smell of my desperation has become a stench
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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