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 am a gay feminist cis woman. My family consists of one badass partner, one fierce toddler, and one hiccupy fetus. Barring catastrophe, in five months I'll add PhD to the end of my name and be able to call myself a real live child psychologist. I'm here to document the humbling disasters and unexpected joys of parenthood--because even eight years of training can't prepare a person for this business.
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