For some reason when I was a kid, I thought the song “Jessie’s Girl” by Rick Springfield said “You know I wish that I had Tootsie Rolls” instead of “You know I wish that I had Jessie’s Girl”.

I still don’t know why i thought he was singing about tootsie rolls, but that’s how I used to sing along to it

Yep, Mychal Threets is the new host of Reading Rainbow!

And he’s also the official residential librarian for PBS Kids.

I got to meet him in Kansas City, and he was just as kind and gentle in real life, maybe even moreso, as he is in his posts

Hot take? Maybe. Conspiracy theory? Probably a better description for what i am about to say.

I truly believe that the reason the “No Child Left Behind Act” was made/passed, at least in part, was to try and make kids “blind”, so to speak, as to the wrong/evil that the government is doing.

Or at the very least, that’s why book bans are a thing.

Oh my stars, this has got to be, single handedly, the absolute best answer I’ve ever received on any post!

Oh my goodness this had me laughing out loud for a good 5 minutes and I’m still laughing.

Thank you for the good chuckle, I love to laugh. I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day and week

Oh yeah no, I totally wear the kidult label with pride.

You will rarely ever see me without any emotion support plushie in tote

That’s just your opinion 😊

I don’t care about being cool. I collect childhood things because they make me happy.

Toys collecting. Especially dolls and or stuffed animals.

When a guy collects Pokémon figures, that’s fine and cool.

However when I like to buy myself Bratz dolls and Hello Kitty stuff and cute plushies, I’m told I am childish and I need to grow up🙄😒

I was 18 years old at the time this happened

I was walking downtown, and this older white wman (he looked like he was in his forties) was walking towards me and said to me “Hey, you’re pretty cute for a little n***er girl”. (I’m Black you can fill in the blanks I’m sure) and he tried to touch me

And that made me so mad, I felt my face get hot, and i just kicked him in the groins and punched him in the face as hard as I could and then ran away from him fast as I could.

Technically, this has less to do with me and more to do with my mother.

When my mother was pregnant with me, she didn’t even know she was pregnant until 7 months into the pregnancy.

I know what you’re probably thinking: “How did my mom not realize she was pregnant for that long?”, because I wondered this too.

But apparently, according to my mom, I was not growing in her stomach, I somehow moved and was laying flat in her back, so she really didn’t notice any significant weight gain.

So when she scheduled a visit to the doctor, because she was feeling oddly sick, the doctor had her do an X-ray/sonogram, and the nurse came in with the results and said to my mom: “We figured out the issue; Congratulations, you’re pregnant with twins!”

“What?? TWINS‽” My mother exclaimed in confusion, “No, that can’t be right. I can’t take care of twins right now!”

And the nurse said “but ma’am, the results show two babies, look!” And my mom told me sure enough, there were two babies in the pictures.

This was in December 2003. In February 2004, I was born.

Just me though. My twin didn’t make it: the womb absorbed them. Apparently the technical term for that is Vanishing Twin Syndrome.

But hey, it worked out perfectly: my mom told the doctors when she was about to give birth “I am only leaving out of here with one baby!” and she got her wish.