Footsy Wootsy Bang Bangs!
"Come on, Emily!" I yelled from the stairs. "Time to put your socky wocky ding dongs on your footsy wootsy bang bangs!" Perhaps these sound like words uttered by a complete lunatic. Somebody who is playing with only half a deck- a stay at home mother who has been speaking nonstop baby talk for the past seven and a half years and has lost her ever-loving mind. Or- at the very least- had every vital piece of adult information ever learned replaced surely and methodically with the entire screenplay of Moana, the names of all of Caillou's goofy friends, where to find a library story time at any given moment, and desperate parenting hacks that often fail. Desperate Parenting Hack #384 If your child won't take her liquid antibiotic, perhaps the prescribed 6 milliliters of it will dissolve into the chocolate Twinkie she's been begging for. How Desperate Parenting Hack #384 Actually Plays Out "NO! NO! There's MEDICINE on my CAKE! NOOOO!...