Recently you decided to CHANGE EVERYTHING. You looked at our relationship, and without even ASKING, you brought in a third party. I am horrified. Have I done something wrong? Am I not good enough?
We had such a good thing. It was easy. I showed up, you delivered. Every time. And now… now there is this thing between us. This tiny, red thing, with wheels and a really cute flag that makes it look innocent but it’s actually there (admit it) to warn everyone close that whatever is at the bottom of that flag is bringing DANGER AND PAIN AND STRIFE and that they should run in the opposite direction.
Yes, I am talking about those stupid tiny carts that you introduced.
So, in response, I have decided to start a MOVEMENT. It will be called MASTC. Moms Against Stupid Tiny Carts.
Maybe you haven’t yet realized…
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