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The Favorite Toy

She could chew on this squirrel for hours, and she usually does it right at the most inopportune times, like in the middle of a really important phone call. Wouldn’t be so bad if it didn’t squeak so loud that it sounds like it can feel that it’s being chewed to death. But I don’t have the heart to take it away. Although I will occasionally put it on a shelf high enough that she can’t reach it. For hours. Blissfully silent hours.

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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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