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Birthday girl

Last night after I Marlo and I read books and I sang her songs, she turned over with her thumb in her mouth and I kissed her forehead. I stood up to leave, said good night when she suddenly sat up.

“Mom, when I wake up will I be four?” she asked.

“You sure will be!” I answered.

“Can I wake up now?”

“No, you have to sleep now.”

“But I want to be four now.”

“It doesn’t work that way,” I explained.

“But I want it to work that way.”

“You’re going to have to take that up with science, kid.”

“Who’sth sthience?”

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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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