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Super Smash Bros. Brawl

Carol’s son, Harry, came over yesterday to play our Wii for about an hour while she ran some errands, and when she returned she asked how things had gone. I let her know that in that hour I had heard Harry speak more words than in the entire four years I’ve known him.

“He had a conversation with you?” she asked.

“Not really,” I explained. “But I heard him say to himself over and over again, ‘This game is so easy.'”

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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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