This is the worst thing I've read in a while.

Warning - this is a horrific story of child neglect. Read at your own risk, and respect the bold lettering

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So, you know, in the morning I'm going to wake up, and I'm going to go upstairs, and I'll boil the oatmeal, and I'll poke my sister until she wakes up, and I'll hug Ana, and I'll hug Evangeline, and I don't know what we're doing but I know two little girls who spend their days being hugged and tickled and cuddled and kissed and (mostly) spoken to nicely by their family. I'm even still upset about Tuesday, but we've been spending their grounding with a lot of attention. (And, you know, you limit their toys to one at a time and take some away - and I do believe they've had the most fun, creative play they've had in *months*. Which just goes to show that there is such a thing as toy overload. Of course, I'm always going "Wow, cool thing, I so want to play with that the nieces must have that! BUY!" and not being sensible. I tell you, it's a good thing Haba is so expensive or their kitchen would be stocked and then some...!)