Last night while I was making dinner the toddler came in to the kitchen, naked but for a bike helmet.
“This for eatin’, Mama?” they asked, pulling something small, wet, and brown from their mouth.
“No,” I replied. “That is rabbit poop.”
Eating sh*t
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I’m Kelsey. I am a queer cis woman, a feminist, a child clinical psychologist, and a parent. I have one doctorate (in child clinical psychology), three half-feral kids, and almost no answers to my own real-life parenting problems. I’m here to document the humbling disasters and unexpected joys of parenthood–because even a decade of training can’t prepare a person for this business. View all posts by Kelsey
Nipple Confusion 