Confessions of a "Latch Key Kid"...
Welcome to the Taboo Carnival . Our topic this Summer is “My Parents Failed Me (A Little or a Lot)” This post was written for inclusion in the quarterly Taboo Carnival hosted by Momma Jorje and Hybrid Rasta Mama . This month our participants reflect on the parenting failures of their own parents or in themselves. Please read to the end to find a list of links to the other carnival participants. ******************************* I'm not even sure how many people will understand that title. When I was a kid, a "latch key kid" was a kid who got home before their parents. I honestly don't know the origin, and where as I could google it and give you the root origin of the slang term, that's not why I'm writing this. No, today folks, I'm not going to talk about any products, or stuff I've made. I'm probably not even going to mention my boobs more than a few times, but I'm betting they'll factor in too, because in truth, I harbor s