I think I've been in a Wet Seal once in my life. In high school, I walked in and purchased an uneven layered pinstripe skirt (yup) and I wore the shit out of that thing: all the time, everywhere, for years. But I'd never seen a product from them before or since that I liked, so it was sort of a fluke.

That is an amazing image and reminds me of early Shirley Temple shorts, specifically this one:

I had two friends in the past couple years who had baby girls, and while neither protested getting pink things, I personally elected not to pinkify. But I wanted to get them cute little girl things, little dresses and baby stockings.

Once we got G & M sitting on the potty and using it occasionally, I set an alarm on my phone. We went from diapers to underpants (during the day, and pull-ups at night) and every 15-20 minutes, my phone would go off, and I'd say "Do you need to use the potty?" I only had to do that for a day or two before they were…

I should probably specify, since it definitely makes a difference in these things, that I was the kids' full-time nanny, not their mom. Nannies definitely get different behaviors and responses from kids than parents do for various reasons.

Yeah, four for a success only popped up because the AS child had a fascination with primary colors and wanted four: blue, green, yellow, and red each time. It was the easiest way to make him even happier than just getting candy would. But even he weaned off the M&Ms pretty fast once we had the training solid.

We literally let the kids run around the back yard naked for a while in good weather so they could figure out cues and such without us having to clean up the mess. Although I'm not sure if that actually helped so much as it made them want to take their clothes off all the time.

I successfully potty trained two children at once last year, one on the autism spectrum, using the tried and true M&M method: you sit on the potty, you get an M&M. You use the potty, you get FOUR.

Yeah, you know... lots of couples split up because they don't see eye to eye on the kids issue. Probably this is something they should have discussed specifically before getting married. You know, like us plebes do.

I wouldn't say it necessarily goes away, so much as, once you realize you're doing it, you're able to think about it more rationally.

Katy Perry says that Russel Brand wanted her to have children "as a way of control... if I have a kid, then I'd have to sacrifice — I'd have to be home more."

I found a psychologist in my area who specializes in autism. My school clinic helped me locate someone.

I know as far as my parents were concerned I was just an odd, sometimes frustrating kid. Since I didn't have any profound and obvious issues, it never occurred to them that I might have ASD. If I'd been evaluated as a kid, maybe I would have gotten a firm diagnosis, but I didn't fit my aging parents' idea of what…

I'm 27, and last year made a friend at grad school who was on the autism spectrum. She got me in a way that few people ever had before, and she suggested - tentatively - that I should be evaluated.

I have totally had that moment where you meet someone and think "this is IT" pretty much immediately. The relationship in question wound up being off and on for a few months before he decided to become exclusive with someone else. He then spent a year calling me up after each of his break-ups, but we never did get…

I am attending a surprise engagement party tonight. The "happy couple" have known each other 5 months, a.k.a. less than the length of time it normal takes me to decide a relationship might be getting a little serious.

Huh. Yeah, we never did that when I was kid. Santa and Jesus were watching, end of story.

I'm 27, so, not exactly a wee babe. I also never date anyone younger than me and mostly go out with guys 5-10 years older.

Kids totally think that Elf on the Shelf has been a thing forever and that theirs is actually a real magic elf. I was a summer nanny for three kids this year and the two youngest (5 and 7) were obsessed with their Elf, talked about it in fucking July, and would ask me questions about who my elf was when I was a kid…

Plus the obnoxious decor and the intense smell of perfume.