Flat Stanley needs no introduction. Flat Martini might, since he’s usually passed out somewhere after a vodka-and-olives bender and has a tendency to miss the kid-friendly, daylight hours. But he’s a riot, and I was happy to host this boozy little visitor on his world tour for the awesome site Martinis and Minivans.
Let’s just say he was in for a surprise when he visited me in Manhattan, the city that never sleeps—though, in this case, it’s because I have a 3-year-old. I threw him right into the middle of the momsanity, and he…well, he was a little confused by the paradox of my mom life.