It’s me. I’m the quack. The one on the internet telling you to tape paper to the wall and call it a good time. The one yelling about pom-poms and muffin tins like they’re a parenting breakthrough. But here’s the thing. Simple activities were my third arm during my third postpartum. I had 3 kids in 4 years. I was exhausted. Touched out. Overstimulated by 7:42am. And I didn’t need a full curriculum or themed snacks. I needed something that helped my kids play (without the TV), kept them learning,