How to Make Your Kids Brush Their Teeth with Tooth in the Booth

How to make tooth brushing with kids easier with tooth in the booth | The Champagne SupernovaThis post is proudly sponsored by Tooth in the Booth. However, I love and use this book with my family and all opinions are my own.

Getting my kids to brush their teeth has always been a struggle.

I’ve had to tackle them to the ground and brush their teeth WWF-style. (Hulk Hogan ain’t got nothing on me!)

I’ve lied and said bugs will crawl into their mouths at night to feast on leftover food if their teeth aren’t clean.

I’ve told them their teeth will fall out or turn brown if they don’t do a good job brushing.

Since I discovered the Tooth in the Booth my morning and bedtime routines have been changed for the better.

My kids now WANT to brush their teeth.

Ever have one of those moments where you hear of a product and ask yourself “why didn’t I think of that?”

That’s exactly how I feel about Tooth in the Booth.

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The Tooth in the Booth is a book that provides an interactive and entertaining way to encourage dental hygiene in children.

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My children enjoying Tiny the Tooth and the accompanying Booth.

It has a similar effect as the Elf on the Shelf, only the Tooth in the Book watches children all year long to ensure they are keeping up with brushing and flossing.

Written by Lisa Moody and Scott Simon, the book contains beautiful illustrations from the Emmy-award winning folks at Riley Animation Studios.

The book is centered around Tiny the Tooth, the Tooth Fairy’s “right hand man.” The package includes a hardcover book and a Tiny the Tooth doll and Tooth Booth, which can be used to  hold your kiddos’ baby teeth until the Tooth Fairy is able to swap them out for a surprise. The last page of the book contains a log for kids to memorialize the dates they lose their baby teeth.

Best of all, Tiny the Tooth contains a suction to attach it to your kids’ bathroom mirror to remind them to brush their teeth well. When it comes to dental hygiene, Tiny the Tooth is always watching!

You can read a sample from the book here. Also, check out this video to see why you should welcome the Tooth in the Booth into your home.

Y’all know I love supporting small businesses. The CEO and founder, Scott Simon is from Tampa. I have really enjoyed working on him with this and think this idea is genius and creative. Wishing him and the team so much success.

Don’t have kids? Are your own kids able to successfully brush their teeth on their own? No problem. The Tooth in the Booth makes perfect gifts for birthdays (trust me, other parents will thank you!), holidays, school fundraisers, charity donations, and PTA giveaways.

Order yours here.

Add your name and email in the comments for your chance to win your very own Tooth in the Booth, as one lucky winner will be chosen.

Cheers and happy brushing!

    Prank Calls: Don’t Hate the Prankster, Hate the Prank

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    There are many reasons why I didn’t get into a Top-10 law school and prank calling during my undergrad days is one of them.

    I mean, seriously, what else did we have to do?

    In the true spirit of being a freshman and “how college ought to be,” I lived in the dorms during my first year at the University of Florida.

    (For all you Gators, this was Trusler Hall… right across from Hume. It had a Blimpie Sub shop in the common area and it was walking distance to the Reitz Union… where we would use electronic funds from our Gator 1 cards to buy booze at the Baja Tortilla Grill – sorry, Mom and Dad!)

    It was 2000 and I was fresh out of high school and equipped with important things like body glitter, butterfly hair clips, an AIM screen name, and was “living on the edge” by downloading music illegally on Napster.

    In those days, we didn’t have cell phones, social media, or other distractions.

    Each dorm room was equipped with a land line. For whatever (dumb) reason, the University published a “phone book” that included the telephone numbers of each student who was living in on-campus housing.

    So if you wanted another student’s phone number and that student lived on campus, all you had to do was look up their name in this phone book and viola! you had it.

    Our dorm was quite social and I met some of my best friends there, two of which I still see and speak to regularly.

    In lieu of doing responsible things like studying and doing homework, we would often gather around each others’ rooms in our pajamas, get fat from Pokey Stix, and prank call the shizzz out of other people, courtesy of this phone book.

    Our pranks were so good that they deserve a regular blog feature. I really wish I could make a living out of prank calling.

    One prank stands out in particular.

    There was a popular and important player on the school’s football team who regularly frequented the bars. Likely why we never won a National Championship under his watch.

    I won’t name names (unless you ask me in person, ‘cuz lawyers never put anything damning in writing, yo!) but let’s just say he was quasi-famous and quite. a. big. deal.

    One Tuesday after class when we should have been doing responsible things, an entourage of five other girls and I got this player’s phone number from the college directory and dialed.

    Backstory: the evening before, we spotted him out at The Swamp restaurant, a bar that was popular to attend certain nights of the week, Monday being one of them.

    Ring, ring, ring.


    [Imagine the voice of a 1-900 call girl named Krystle:] Hi, is this (name of super important football player?) 


    Hey… this is really embarrassing but my name is Carly.  I had so much fun with you at the Swamp last night. You made me feel so special and I would love to see you again. 

    Long pause.

    [Pretending he had a clue on earth who Carly was:] Oh hey Carly! I had a great time with you, too!

    Um…. so I don’t normally do these things because I’m not “that kind of girl” but I would love to see you later today so we can get together… can you meet me on the front steps of the Swamp at 6:00?

    Note: it was 5:30 p.m. during this call.


    We were shocked at his response. Clearly, he intended on getting some booty.

    Alright, see you soon.

    We hung up, high-fived, and then waited a few minutes before cramming into my friend’s Hyundai Elantra.

    We drove to a dorm located directly across from The Swamp and then laughed our heads off as we witnessed this player standing on the steps at 6:00 sharp, waiting for some chick to arrive who didn’t even exist.

    What a schmo!

    He paced back and forth, stared at every single girl who happened to walk by to see if she looked familiar, routinely glanced at his watch with each passing minute, before giving up and leaving maybe 20 minutes later.

    [Recall: these were the days before cell phones, so he couldn’t call or text “Carly” to find out her E.T.A.]

    To this day, we still laugh when someone brings up this dude’s name. Many would say they can’t blame him, but who would seriously meet some girl they didn’t even remember?

    What if she would have shown up to the front steps of The Swamp looking like Mama Fratelli from The Goonies or Pat from SNL? Then what would he have done? Dined with her or peaced out?

    We can laugh about this because the answer is likely the latter.

    Don’t hate the prankster, hate the prank.


      Namaste: Goodies for Your Inner Yogi

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        How to Embrace the “In-Between”

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        In between.

        Haven’t we felt it before? The emotional purgatory of not knowing what we want from our lives?

        Adults are not immune.

        Career women are not immune.

        Mothers and wives are not immune.

        These feelings are real, but what do we do about them? Freak out or embrace the emotions? Do something for just ourselves?

        This is a guest post from my friend, Molly James, who reached out to me about the topic based on her own personal experience. Yes, yes, yes- I thought- as so many women can relate to these feelings but feel shame and not want to acknowledge them.

        Thank you, Molly, for sharing your truth.

        I tend to be a little self conscious. One of those extroverted introverts we hear so much about in our news feeds. I sent my sister a sort of embarrassing photo montage of myself yesterday, and the following text exchange ensued.

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        Knowing nothing of our relationship, you’re probably wondering why you should care whether or not I posted something to social media, why it made my sister so happy, and what the heck was the collection of pictures.

        Let me give you some background.

        Eight years ago, while still just engaged to my husband, I left my job as a Manager of Recruiting for the University of South Florida and opened up a bridal boutique.

        It was my first baby.

        I put my all into that store.

        I knew every detail about every bride who walked through my door or called for an appointment. I pored over the smallest details of the bookkeeping. I memorized every dress, shoe, and accessory in the showroom. I swept the floors, dusted the shelves, took out the trash, and scrubbed the toilets.

        I secretly cried in the storage room when customers were mean.

        I toasted myself with champagne when there was reason to celebrate. I did it all. I felt passionate, driven, and fulfilled.

        Then, I had an actual, human baby.

        Maybe you’ve been there?

        You feel so self-assured as a professional woman, unstoppable and impervious to silly things like maternal instinct.

        I did.

        And then this tiny person came into the world, and all I knew of myself was turned upside down. My entire focus shifted to my child and I couldn’t see anything else.

        For the first year of his life, I barely left the house. I hired an amazing friend to manage the bridal store (thank you, Katie), and most of my passion for those brides and their dresses just vanished into thin air.


        Sorry, ladies.

        And now, Poof! again.

        Where did the time go?

        I sold my store in March of 2017 because I knew it deserved an owner with the passion that I had when I first began. My oldest son is now five and just started “real” school. My youngest is almost three and is attending preschool five days a week. After years of constant togetherness with one child or another, I am suddenly staring several empty hours a day right in the face.

        My house is [sort of] clean, the laundry is done, I’m actually cooking dinner [this is huge], I’ve read stacks and stacks of books, my volunteerism is off the charts, and I’m even working out at the gym.

        The luxury of time sounds like a dream. I have no delusion that there is anything to be pitied here because I know it’s a blessing to have this time of respite. So why am I not thrilled, delighted, ecstatic?

        For one, the life we live requires that I eventually start contributing to our household financially. Beyond that, I feel extremely “between.” So very, very between. Between full-time motherhood and “what’s next”, but what is next?

        If my husband, mother, sisters, and friends have to hear me ask this question one more time, I think they may all go crazy.

        I’m sick of asking it myself.

        I’m almost forty [don’t tell] and I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up. I’ve thought about going back to graduate school, but there are some very real things called bills that need to be paid. The idea of producing zero to very little income while paying grad school tuition for the next few years does not exactly mesh with our household’s economic reality. I’ve dabbled in MLM, but it is so far outside my comfort zone I might as well be selling crack. I scroll through job sites daily, maybe I’ll find something that’s the perfect fit?

        It’s hard to imagine returning to a full time position working for someone else after running my own show for so long.

        Perhaps I should take up day drinking?

        Just kidding, that doesn’t pay the bills either.

        Maybe you’ve been there? Maybe you are there? I have a hunch I’m not alone in this place. I’ve got a feeling there are a lot of mamas out there who can relate.

        Back to that photo montage. It’s embarrassing, so embarrassing [I swear, I own a hair brush].

        I share because I want to tell you it’s okay to be between, it’s more than okay. That’s why my sister loved it, because she loves me and she knows I spend more time than I should feeling like I’m not enough right now. Maybe instead of feeling guilty all the time, those of us in this place should occasionally just let ourselves enjoy it.

        Take a day off from trying to figure out what to do next and, instead, have fun in the moment. The kids aren’t infants, but they still adore us.

        Breathe, and then do something just for you.

        I went to Disney World all by myself and still made it back to the kids in time for carpool. I rode all the rides my kids can’t or won’t ride. I felt self-conscious, like a lonesome weirdo, but I had a smile on my face the entire time. It was delightful.

        It doesn’t have to be a theme park, but maybe one of these days, drop off the kids and go and do something completely random and just for you. 

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        You deserve it, mama!

        Molly Warfel James is a wife and mother of two young boys who lives in Tampa, Florida. In her spare time, she enjoys reading books, enjoying a poolside cocktail with family and friends, and conquering Splash Mountain with reckless abandon. 




          Negative Body Image: One Thing I’ll Never Discuss with My Daughter

          I was in line at the grocery store last week when the words rung out in my ears. A mother was shaming her middle school-aged daughter for wanting a Kit-Kat bar.

          “Chocolate isn’t part of your diet,” she hissed, “and your pants are already too tight to begin with.”

          The mother removed the candy from the shopping cart and placed it back onto the rack in front of the register.

          Knowing I heard this exchange and probably embarrassed, the daughter looked like she was going to cry.

          It wasn’t my place to (more…)

            The True North: Be Who You Are

            True North:

            North that is calculated by using an imaginary line through the Earth rather than by using a compass: the direction that leads to the North Pole.

            [Merriam-Webster dictionary]

            The direction from any point along a meridian toward the North Pole. Also called: geographic north.

            [The Free Dictionary by Farlex]

            Non-negotiable, since the compass will show where it is, relative from your current position, and it will never change.

            [Urban Dictionary]

            In his 2007 leadership book with the same name, author Bill George describes the True North as the internal compass that guides a person successfully through life. It represents who you are as a human being at your deepest level. It is your orienting point- your fixed point in a spinning world. It helps you stay on track toward authenticity.

            Nobody seems to know or care which way is north these days.

            The last week in the news has been particularly unsettling and my own True North tells me to avoid the television. In the wake of the white supremacy rally in Virginia that left several dead, watching the news and reading the divisive information feeds on social media is disturbing.

            It might be reality, but it doesn’t feel good to see or hear and I’m sick of the negativity. There are plenty of wonderful things going on in the world to choose to listen to.

            What’s sad is this will only get worse. Across the board, we are making gross generalizations about one another, it is damaging, and not one single person can sincerely say the hatred and ugliness, at the core, feels good.

            Not one. (Even the politically extreme military officer who I had to block from my Facebook feed because reading his hateful rhetoric literally made my body hurt.)

            The truth is that we were all created in love and love is our True North.

            Think about it.

            We become unsettled when our thoughts, words, and behavior are inconsistent with love. It is the reason we feel true freedom when we choose to forgive and love someone instead of deciding to hold a grudge against them. It is the reason we experience peace when we choose to let go of anger. Love is the reason we crave a sense of belonging from others.

            We have an inner compass but so many times we ignore it. This manifests itself in so many ways.

            I have both experienced this personally and repeatedly witnessed it in the scope of my career.

            It was the summer of 2015 and Karen, who lived 250 miles away from me, showed up on my doorstep unannounced and sobbing.

            She needed a referral for a bankruptcy lawyer.

            (Karen and I attended law school together, but she got married soon after graduation and never practiced. Likewise, she never formed strong connections with our classmates and, while I am not a bankruptcy attorney, I think I was the closest person Karen could trust for a recommendation.)

            I was shocked and saddened that things were not going well for her family. Judging solely from the life Karen portrayed on social media, I would have assumed everything was not only fine, but significantly above average.

            She and her husband had two beautiful children in private school who were always dressed in gorgeous, expensive clothing. They just returned from a month-long Alaskan cruise. They were members of a fancy country club- the one with a four-year wait list. She preferred the Bergdorf and Barney stores to the Sam Walton ones.

            Shuddering, Karen gently placed her ostrich skin Birkin on top of my kitchen counter and described the slow chain of events that led to her and her husband’s financial pitfall.

            Wasn’t complicated- they just spent and spent and spent. They didn’t care that his once-successful small business was failing because they assumed things would get better and they needed to keep up with the Joneses and the Richardsons and the Smiths and the Goldbergs and…

            It was exhausting.

            They were broke, their credit was shot, they had no savings, and they were renting a house they could barely afford and driving six figure vehicles to maintain an image and there was no turning back.

            They were social hustlers.

            But here’s the interesting thing:

            Karen said she hated it.

            She hated it from the beginning and, as it continued, her hatred for it grew worse. She could have stopped the spending years ago but she didn’t and there was no good reason she didn’t.

            She just didn’t.

            And now her life was a mess.

            She got into the mess because she ignored her True North of loving herself. 

            Abandoned the authenticity for something she candidly acknowledged didn’t even feel good to begin with.

            I love Karen. And I have known so many Karens. I’ve been a Karen- ignoring what my conscience was telling me to do and then paying for it later.

            What is the True North?

            It is the voice that tells us to leave an unhealthy relationship.

            The one that tell us to pick up the phone and make amends with someone who deserves an apology.

            The gesture that pushes us to visit our grandparents on what might be the last time.

            The crummy feeling we get after we’ve yelled at our kids over something stupid.

            The disgusting feeling we get when we watch the news and see strangers driving into other strangers in vans. When we see people rioting and burning things.

            We need to stop ignoring what is bad and start doing what feels good (not what feels good in the “right now,” but instead, what will feel good in the big picture long run.)

            It’s that easy.

            Cheers to being guided by your True North.


              Back-To-School Supplies for Moms

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              The end of summer signals the beginning of long lines at local retail stores.

              Spiral notebooks.

              Loose leaf paper.


              Ti83 calculators.

              Compasses and protractors.

              If you’re like me, you miss the days of the psychedelic Trapper Keepers, but I digress.

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              I owned a Trapper Keeper with this exact same pattern when I was in Ms. Kincaid’s Second Grade class at Bunnell Elementary School. Yes, I went to elementary school in Bunnell, which explains my backwoods roots.

              At the front of the line is usually a mom who is seen reluctantly coughing up her credit card at the end of the transaction.

              She does all of the work, but what is the glory?

              It’s a quiet house between the hours of 8:30 a.m. and 3:00 p.m.

              And this got me thinking.

              Why don’t moms get lists of supplies they need to celebrate commiserate with their friends about their kids returning to school?

              If there was a back-to-school for moms list, this is what it would look like:

              Barrels of wine.

              Shoot, an entire winery where we can go barefoot in the barrels (while also drinking wine) a-la Lucy and Ethel.

              via GIPHY

              A blanket for a much-needed (and uninterrupted nap).

              A gourmet lunch that is not the kids’ unfinished mac and cheese, PB&J, or soggy Cheerios.

              A purse that contains only lipstick, an ID, and credit card. No bug spray, sunscreen, hand sanitizer, goggles, boogie wipes, or extra undies for in-case-of-an-accident.

              (Ask me about the time a police officer removed a pair of little girls’ Barbie underwear from my purse when I was going through the security line one busy morning at the courthouse. Not awkward. Not awkward at all.)

              The highest pair of stiletto heels known to man that you can wear to prance around town. Cuz Lord knows you wear flip flops, sneakers, and, God forbid, Crocs as part your normal “Mom Uniform.”

              A stack of magazines you ordinarily have no time to read.

              R-rated movies.

              Ear plugs. Someone’s screaming? It’s not your kid, so it doesn’t matter.

              Permanent markers. That you can use and color on whatever the heck you want. Don’t worry, you can re-hide them before you pick up the kids.


              You know you’ll miss them.

              Here’s to a great start to the new school year.


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                Adventures in Lawyering: Being Right

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                I got sucked into one of my more notable cases shortly after I finished law school and entered the work force.

                It involved feuding next door neighbors and was venued in Miami-Dade county, which meant I had the treat of riding on planes, staying the night in swanky hotels, and eating at fancy restaurants when I had to travel from Tampa for hearings and other case-related events.

                Both of these neighbors were wealthy beyond comprehension and had money to burn on legal fees and costs.

                We will call them Hatfield and McCoy.

                Hatfield grew up poor and made a ton of money in the phosphate industry in the early 1990s. He was dishonest, generally disliked, and was on his fifth marriage by the time I got involved in the case.

                Hatfield accompanied his wife to her deposition (along with their private chauffeur), and introduced her to the group as “Lydia… my Trophy Wife.”

                (Lydia looked like a Playboy Bunny, so I guess she really was his Trophy Wife.)

                Hatfield only stayed at this home in Miami for two months out of the year and lived in California for the remainder. It was my understanding he also owned property in Martha’s Vineyard.

                McCoy was a lovely man who worked hard his entire life to support his family, started a successful business manufacturing widgets for cellular phones, and acquired enough wealth to put his (unborn) great-grandchildren through college.

                McCoy purchased a lot next to Hatfield’s multi-million dollar home on an exclusive island close to South Beach.

                McCoy demolished the existing home on the property so he could build a new one. There was also some weather-related structural damage to his dock for which he had to take down the old one and start from scratch.

                Every resident on the island needed a dock so they had somewhere to park their luxury yachts.

                McCoy had no interaction with Hatfield until construction on his dock was nearly finished. One day in the middle of summer, Hatfield came out of his house screaming the location of the new dock obstructed his view of the bay.

                McCoy explained that several engineers from the county “vetted” the location of the dock and he received all the necessary permits for constructing it.

                Hatfield disagreed and filed a lawsuit.

                In the lawsuit, Hatfield added claims that McCoy’s mailbox was in the wrong location and that vibrations from pile driving during construction of the new home crossed Hatfield’s property line and created cracks in his olympic-size swimming pool.

                Hatfield never attempted to work out these issues with McCoy as an alternative to suing him- he just wanted to sue.

                He was petty.

                He would never admit his pettiness and “let it go” because he was so fixated on one thing: being right. 

                Hatfield wanted to be right about the location of the dock.

                He wanted to be right about the placement of the mailbox.

                He wanted to be right that the construction of McCoy’s home cracked his swimming pool.

                But how was “being right” going for him when it cost him peace and friendship with his neighbors and tons of money in legal fees?

                Not very well.

                I don’t know Hatfield’s personal background, but I am willing to bet that “being right” cost him his first four marriages.

                It probably cost him business opportunities.

                More than anything, it probably cost him happiness and satisfaction.

                Here was a guy who seemingly had it all: a successful company, plenty of money, a beautiful wife, multi-million dollar homes in three different locations and he still wasn’t happy.

                None of it was enough.

                So he had to fight with his neighbor about dumb things like a dock, a mailbox, and a swimming pool for the sake of being right.

                (Important Note: McCoy ended up winning the lawsuit after a judge agreed that the location of the dock and mailbox were appropriate and the pool cracks existed before the home was built. Basically what everyone knew all along.)

                This incredible scenario triggered some self reflection about how many times I’ve been so concerned in my personal life about “being right” about that I didn’t look at the big picture.


                It’s stupid.

                How many times have we jumped to conclusions about petty things without investigating all the facts?

                How many times have we bid adieu to people who were “true and blue” friends or family members about something that didn’t really matter in the scheme of things?

                (You gotta look deep deep deep deep down and really admit to yourself that what you were mad about was dumb.)

                How many times have we been upset when someone didn’t meet our unexpressed expectations and so we wrote them off?

                How many times have we been so hell bent about being right about something that we didn’t consider the people we were hurting or alienating?

                It’s time to let it go.

                Thank goodness for job security, but I see this all the time in my profession. People who can’t let go of being right that they will spend years of their lives and tons of money to prove it. I can’t imagine what it’s like to be a divorce lawyer. Oy vey!

                Do you have an issue with dock?

                Let it go.

                What is your mailbox?

                Let it go.

                Cracks in your swimming pool?

                Let them go.

                Look left. Look right. Up and down. Look at the big picture and consider all you have in your life that is going well and focus on that.

                You don’t have to be right about things that really don’t matter. 


                  Back to School: Carmex Lip Balm is the Bomb

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                  This blog post was proudly sponsored by Carmex. Per usual, all opinions are my own.

                  It never fails.

                  Despite me begging and pleading for her to stop picking, my five year-old daughter routinely has dry, chapped lips.

                  Even in the hot, Florida summertime.

                  This habit is easy for me to prevent at home, but not so easy when she’s away from me at school.

                  No more, I say!

                  I finally found a remedy that should be able to get me through the school year.

                  These Carmex products can easily fit in the my daughter’s backpack or lunch box so she has them handy at school when she needs them.

                  Be sure to include Carmex products on your back-to-school shopping lists!

                  While Carmex has several products in their lip balm line, my two personal favorites are the Classic Lip Balms in a Tube and the Comfort Care Lip Balms.

                  Carmex lip balms are great for chapped lips and for kids | The Champagne Supernova

                  The Carmex Classic Lip Balm in a Tube provides soothing relief that facilitates moisture and leaves a sensation on your lips that is not too thick or too waxy.

                  (Let’s be real, my daughter would never keep it on if that were the case.- and she loves the cherry flavor because it reminds her of her favorite drinks- Shirley Temples!)

                  This lip balm is formulated to provide cooling relief to the worst of chapped lips and has a SPF of 15 to help prevent sun damage.

                  The Carmex Comfort Care Lip Balm is formulated with natural colloidal oatmeal which has been used for centuries to soothe the lips and promote softer, more hydrated skin. This lip balm is available in a variety of flavors such as mixed berry, sugar plum, and watermelon blast, and contains antioxidant-rich fruit seed oil to help restore lips’ natural beauty.

                  Not only does the Comfort Care Lip Balm provide the ultimate in hydration, but it also helps defend against free radicals that accelerate the appearance of aging.

                  These particular Carmex products do not contain harmful toxins such as parabens. This is very important to me as a mom and as a consumer.

                  Carmex lip balms | The Champagne Supernova

                  My three year-old enjoys Carmex products as well.

                  The Carmex lip balm line is available at most retail stores and the products are super affordable and under $4.00. Even better, one jar or tube of lip balm will last a couple months (if the kiddos don’t lose it, because #momlife!)

                  Cheers to making back-to-school shopping easier with Carmex.

                  Wishing everyone a successful transition to the new school year.


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