These are giving babies chemical burns!!!
Please reblog and spread the news to not buy Parent Choice diapers due to them having harsh chemicals that harm cause terrible burns to little ones like this.
So I’ve used the Parent’s Choice brand wipes and diapers on my son before, they literally melted his skin off. After about 2 minutes after contact, his skin turned red hot and started blistering. We were able to get an emergency visit with his pediatrician, but he still has scars where the wipes and diapers burned him over 2 years later. This brand is AWFUL. How it’s still on the market? I have no fucking clue, but do not EVER EVER EVER gift these to someone with a newborn or small infant. The wipes actually have alcohol in them (I tried using the leftover wipes on my own ass and ended up with a nasty rash).
Err on the side of caution and go with a smaller pack of pampers or huggies, or even get a cheap starter set of cloth diapers (ToysRUs sells a small econo pack for $15), but DO NOT use these diapers. There’s no worse feeling than seeing those scars and knowing you inadvertently caused them by making a careless purchase.
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WTF!!!! O_O
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ok the question is, were you a webkinz, club penguin, or neopets kid
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Kinkshame the kinkless
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here’s all my plushes and figurines I have in one pic
Reblogging because proud of my babs
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None of tumblr’s important features may work but thank God we’ve got the shling and fwip noises
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if someone ever asks to summarize 2010 up in one picture, just show them this
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Me
“Call the cops like I give a fuck”
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I moved into a new place and as soon as the weather got nice out a rather annoying thumping started up against one side of my house. Oh great, the twin tweenage boys like to wail soccer balls against our adjoining fence.
The ball kicking continued daily and would go on until it ended up flying into our yard, and then instead of coming to get it or asking for it they continued until rest of the soccer balls they owned made it into our yard (they have a lot of soccer balls.) Then if we didn’t throw them back, which I stopped doing after a few months because I had other things to do with my time, their mother would come and ask for their balls back after a few days.
We asked if there was anything they could do to maybe avoid kicking so many balls over the fence, or ya know just come fetch them on their own so it wasn’t my job. Nope. Apparently the old neighbours were okay with it so we should be too.
Eventually, after waking up my toddler several times, almost hitting him in the head and the last straw waking me up when I was super pregnant from a nap I had enough. I went and dug through our sports equipment, found the air pump, went and got the balls, emptied them of all their air while giggling with childish delight and threw their empty ball carcasses over the fence onto their trampoline for them to discover when they came back out.
That was the last time a ball ever came over our fence. My husband tells me it was a childish thing to do, sure was, and it was god damn satisfying.
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