Listen to me. Listen to me. Listen to me. Listen to me.
I know there is a lot of discourse ⢠around this right now but listen to me
sometimes you do just have to lie to children.
If, when my toddler is, you know, toddling around saying âmama? Big ball?â
If I were lean down and say âunfortunately the big beach ball for some reason fills you with such an unadulterated rage that is beyond human comprehension that you scream until you pass out, so mama had to remove the beach ball from the premises until you can better regulate your emotionsâ she would simply stare at me like I had 3 heads full of equal betrayal.
So, for now, instead âbig ball went night night!â
Please understand when I say âremoved the ball from the premisesâ I mean I popped it in a fit of exhausted confusion. I murdered the beach ball.
See Iâve lied to you all too and it was better this way.
you canât just leave this in the tags etc.
You canât be funnier then me on my own posts, Iâm in tears from laughter
This blog is a safe space.
Nazis, TERFs, pedophiles, bigots, Tr*mp supporters, Islamophobes, exclusionists, queerphobes, and anyone who can’t reblog this post, etc, do not interact. I will block you.
Hell yeah!



