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...
Sado-masochist love letter - M., Just thinking about you makes me want to stab myself in the eye with a pencil. Repeatedly. Please come home so I may indulge in this mutually pleasura...
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