…on an eight-year-old?
Whenever I think I have seen it all in this crazy little zip code I call home, someone comes along and surprises me.
I was out to dinner at a low-key brick oven pizza place with my boys this evening. We were enjoying our dinner, with the guys pretending to listen to me but really watching soccer on the TV over my shoulder listening intently to me and hanging on my every word.
Suddenly, the little girl at the next table stood up and with all the attitude of a truly privileged little monster self-assured super-model, she swung her little fur coat on and pranced out on her little be-booted feet like she owned the place.
Gotta love this town.
(an no that is a not a picture of the kid silly, she was wearing a short fur jacket and much hipper Frye boots)
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