In high school, my brother and I occasionally took turns going to school when my mom didn’t have enough money to put our youngest baby brother in daycare.
Whoever went to school had to pick up our other little brother from preschool and any assignments the person who stayed home missed. Sometimes, if we felt like being nice, we’d take pictures of the classwork on the board. The point is, we had a good system in place.
My days at home included dishes, cleaning, and cooking with a baby strapped to my chest. A baby that was fond of puking on me if I moved around too much. Not only was it excellent birth control, it also taught me the theme song to every cartoon on PBS Kids. To this day, I sing a great lullaby, hold the longest peekaboo streak in history, and have definitely earned the award for best sister ever.
On first reading, none of that might seem like it’s connected to advertising. But to me, it’s a lot like my life growing up. I find myself having to get creative to properly care for a baby strapped to my chest, only that baby is a brand that someone has entrusted to me. So, if you have “babies” you need to be taken care of, I’ve got years of babysitting under my belt.
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