London's sitting on the counter while I'm doing my hair. I sigh. "What's wrong?" She asks, concerned.
"I'm just having trouble getting my bangs to look right."
"They're cute," she replies.
"Really?" I say.
"Yeah, they're cute."
"Thanks," I say, sort of surprised at her maturity (that's what I would call it; others may call it something else).
"We're friends," she says.
I look in the mirror and smile.
Friday, May 22, 2009
London is my new BFF
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4 comments:
That is adorable! I can't wait to see you guys next month!
That is so sweet - it only gets better as they get older. You are so lucky to have such cute girls!
That's hilarious! I love it! Can't wait for our adventure tomorrow!
How sweet...I'm happy that you made a record of that experience so you'll never ever forget.
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