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I’m being eaten by a boa constrictor

Leta has taken a serious liking to Shel Silverstein’s poetry, particularly everything in Where the Sidewalk Ends. Last night she and Jon took took turns reading “Boa Constrictor” over and over again, both of them erupting in laughter when the boa constrictor reaches the author’s head and he is unable to speak any longer. It was one of those moments people point to when asked why they want children.

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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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