This episode may contain explicit language.

Welcome to Karen Feeding. We're here to talk about the ups, downs, and everything in

between when it comes to parenting. I'm Lucy Lopez. I'm mother to Amelia who's 15,

Avery, who's 12, and we live in Miami, Florida. I'm Zach Rosen. I make another show. It's called The Best

Advice Show. And I am dad to Noah, who's eight, and Ami, who's five. We live in Detroit.

I'm Elizabeth Newkamp. I write the homeschool and family travel blog, Dutch Dutch goose. I'm the mom

to Henry who's 13, Oliver who's 11, and Teddy who's 8, and we're currently in Atlanta, Georgia.

Every week we answer your questions, share our own parenting triumphs and fails,

and try to make this feel like the kind of conversation you'd have with your dear friends.

Today, a Slatster actually has a question for us.

Should she feel bad for buying her son a onesie that references her? He's

gotten a lot of daddy's little, you know, whatever clothes, but nothing referring to his mom. So we're

going to talk through some ideas and read some of your favorite joke onesies. We're going to take

a quick break, but when we come back, we're going to share our triumphs and fails with

everyone. And have I got a good one this week? I promise you're going to enjoy this. Stick around.

We'll be right back.

In late August 1992, Randy Weaver and his family were refusing to come down from the remote Idaho

mountaintop where they lived. Weaver, a fugitive on a federal firearms charge, has been

holed up in a cabin near Naples for more than a year. The government thought Randy Weaver was a

dangerous, possibly violent extremist. Randy and his wife Vicky thought the government was an agent of Satan on

earth. When it was all over, three people were dead, and the government had spent millions of dollars

to catch one man. We'll find out why the siege at Ruby Ridge unfolded the way it did, and think about

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