Kina thinks we should have taken this all into consideration earlier.

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It’s a little Beat Generation for my tastes, but it still slaps.

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The swaggy band-aid really caps it, but the moves were tight.

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That’s what I get for driving to Flushing when the roads have even the slightest bit of snow.

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I got thrown off by the “not family” part. Cheese it is.

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Dress like a tree to push back the ICE.

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It’s hard to sleep sometimes. We love you.

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You know when you have that dream where you discover there is a whole room in your apartment that you didn’t know was there? You know that feeling? This is the opposite feeling.

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“How do you mute?! I’m not frozen!”

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Did I bruise my butt? Perhaps. Was it more painful than untangling an entire skein of yarn over the course of an hour? No.

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Just give the kids a little time and they will fix it.

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p.s. There’s that gecko headline I promised you yesterday. Abolish ICE.

Halfwit Big-Mac Klansmen in weekend camo, working for Fox News hosts who have occupied the seat of government, are no authority. Send them packing. Chickens.

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Such. Such… SUCH. Suchsuchsuchsuch. “Sssuchh”. Such.

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Her mouth is now officially big. Let the teeth come down.

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Give bananas their flowers.

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This is where you learn that Kina has demanded to be snuggled to sleep for the last two years.

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If we had a family crest, this would be emblazoned in Latin across the top.

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Kudos to my Mom and Dad for navigating Union Square station and the blustery snows in service of Kina’s love for chawanmushi and Old Navy.

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She would eat ice cream every single Friday, regardless of the temperature, but Sloane was out of town and honestly who wanted to walk yesterday? In 2026? Read.

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Tweens need more sleep.

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