Maybe I just run into a lot of it because I share gonads and the institution of parenthood. Or maybe i just see it and it drives me batshit crazy. *laughs*
also: if "an oreo never hurt anyone" is revolutionary parenting advice, things have gone way too goddamn far and i demand that this planet stop because i for one want to get the hell off.
It certainly never hurt anyone with a normal digestive system. One of the gals I manage is allergic to wheat, which makes bringing in donuts or cupcakes Problematic. Thank God for TJ's, PPC's and Whole Food's wheat-free options.
this is what I was thinking too (seaners is dairy sensitive and possibly also wheat-sensitive. other gluten containing grains don't seem to cause issues.) that said: Newman's Own has a wheat-free dairy-free "oreo" analogue. <3
I will never understand how someone with the IQ of a fruit fly is allowed to 1) reproduce, 2) write and sell idiotic supermarket paperbacks, or 3) pass this garbage off as fact to desperate parents even though it's been pretty much completely disproven at this point. If she hadn't gotten famous for posing nude and being an insult to the intelligence of women everywhere, we wouldn't have to hear about this kind of shit. ARG.
Some parents DO suck. Example from the rink this past weekend:
Eight-year-old boy: *runs around like an eight-year-old boy* Father: *forces child to sit on greasy, dusty rubber floor with his back to the wall* Who's in control, me or you? Boy: *mumbles sullenly* You. Father: I didn't hear that. Who's in control of you? Boy: ....Me? Father: No. When you start controlling yourself, I won't control you as much. Now who's in control
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me too.
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It certainly never hurt anyone with a normal digestive system. One of the gals I manage is allergic to wheat, which makes bringing in donuts or cupcakes Problematic. Thank God for TJ's, PPC's and Whole Food's wheat-free options.
Also: Starbucks cards ;)
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Some parents DO suck. Example from the rink this past weekend:
Eight-year-old boy: *runs around like an eight-year-old boy*
Father: *forces child to sit on greasy, dusty rubber floor with his back to the wall* Who's in control, me or you?
Boy: *mumbles sullenly* You.
Father: I didn't hear that. Who's in control of you?
Boy: ....Me?
Father: No. When you start controlling yourself, I won't control you as much. Now who's in control ( ... )
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