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Their other posts in the index, biggest breakout first.
Have you gone to children's birthday parties as a parent? Hmm. I'll be blushing, my ears will be turning red. They're twerking. Yeah, girl. Four year olds. When they're twerking up a storm. Their mothers are like, "You go girl! You go!" They're videoing them. Them. Short. Mhm. At four. Short. In short shorts. Leave, hands up. See inside. It's no, midriffs are bad. Because, like, so is everybody. So, most, we, we abdicate our responsibilities. We leave the children to decide a lot of things. I cook rice. You cook beans. Mommy, I don't want beans. Okay. You cook whatever you like. They're not born well. When I was growing up, they will beat you for not eating. Now, I took a step further. I don't beat you. No. You don't want to eat? No, that's fine. I'll put it in the fridge, waiting for you. I'll cook your favourite food next. Others will eat it. When it's time for you, you know, that beans is there. You can cry while eating it. That's fine. As long as the food enters your tummy. I am your mother. I am doing what's best for you. It may not seem like it now. Mmm. But this is what's best! We... of children hard decisions. The... to... you... which... go? How? You... 9-year-old will tell me the school. I can have three schools. And I'll tell you because I've already curated the choices. Any of these is good. You, want... I'm... three. Between... but food... me... it. Because fridge, fridge. That's breeding. So, that case, parent.