Leta’s running monologue as she played with this miniature Sleeping Beauty toy this morning: “And then she died and died and died. And she was dead. Very dead. And then the Prince kissed her and she no longer died.”
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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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