Category: writing
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🟥 Pookie’s Journal Entry #1038: Reflections on the Red Dot I Shall Never Catchwritten in a state of feline despair and dramatic lighting Today, again, it came. The red dot.That odious glowing demon spawned from the tiny cylinder held by my large-thumbed servants.It darted. It danced. It mocked.It called to me like Gatsby’s green light…
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Posted by u/SirChunkTheUnyielding (3 y.o.) So I (M3) was having a perfectly reasonable storytime moment. Mom—known in these parts as “The Narrator Lady with Snacks”—was reading “Goodnight Moon” for the 647th time because frankly, the moon deserves that kind of attention. We were on the couch. Snuggled. Calm. Normal. UNTIL—I remembered I have elbows. Powerful,…
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AITA for treating Daddy like my personal jungle gym when there’s a perfectly good one at the park?By James “Monkey Grip” Chunkerson, Age 3 and Climbing. Okay so look, yes—there is a jungle gym. It’s massive, colorful, architecturally sound. But you know what it doesn’t do? Yell, “Ow, my spleen!” when I scale it.Giggle uncontrollably…
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It is I, Ashley. Wife of Dan. Bearer of children. Maker of soups. Writer of chaos. And today… victim of circumstance. For today, I was forced — forced — to do the unthinkable. I had to pump. My own. Gas. I had been all over town, gallivanting, boondoggling, minding my business, living my life as…
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It is 3 o’clock in the morning. I should be dreaming about sunbeams and unsupervised cereal bowls. Instead, I am being used as a living anxiety blanket by the sole female human—a fragile creature who apparently can’t regulate her emotions without squishing my ribcage like it owes her rent. She was whimpering under the covers…
