The toddler laid four plastic insects in a row.
“Dis Da-ny,” they said, pointing to the grasshopper.
“Dis Ee-ya,” indicating that the cricket stood for their baby sibling.
“And dis Mama and Bama.”
Pointing to the cockroaches.
I fear for the teenage years.
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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.
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