Dear Readalot,
Hi. This rant is just a bunch of blah blah blahs. Aren't they all?
Once upon a time, I was proud of my childhood. My brother's and I grew up on mashed potatoes, and oats and cereal and all the cool stuff. My father spoilt us. Or so I thought.
You know those cloth diapers? The kind kids soil and they have to wash and reuse? That kind? Yeah.
I bragged and bragged to the staff at my mum's daycare that I didn't use none of that. I was so certain.