I always thought it would be kind of cool to have a stalker. Not in the "I love Jodi so much I'd shoot the president" sense, but you know, someone who would still checking out my saggy mom butt even though he isn't required by the ring I put on his finger.
Then I found out about the Mommy stalker. I can spot the type these days from across the playground. She’s got a group of five or six kids around her, and they’re “shaking the sillies out.” In other words, she’s getting them high on kiddie crack, just in time to send them back to Mom.
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