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Elephant clips

I bought these darling paper clips at a shop called Therapy in the Mission in San Francisco and use them to help organize the stuff on my desk. Except when I can’t find them because a certain four-year-old someone has stolen them, stashed them in various purses and hidden them in her closet.

“Leta, where are my elephants?”

“You mean, MY STUFF?”

“They’re not your stuff. They’re my stuff.”

“THEY’RE MY STUFF!”

“Oooh, look, I’m dangling a princess book over the toilet. Look how easy it would be for me to drop it in.”

“MY STUFF IS IN THE CLOSET!”

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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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