Common calls heard in our household:
(Maisy the mouse)
(Thomas the you-know-what)
(Some guys in bright coloured star trek outfits singing about vegetables, parties and random animals)
Branded. Consent is being manufactured. And I, good lefty dad, conscious of the complexity of the world, am resisting with vigour!
Well, I have taught her to say "logo" and "trash", so hopefully she may at least learn to sort the dross from the ore...
A minute's silence - Is there anybody, anywhere in the state of Victoria who is as happy as I am that this awful week is finally over? Of course there fucking well isn't, what ...
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