I love having a little girl. It's so much fun going shopping with her, because she gives me an excuse to indulge in all my worst vices (why yes, we SHOULD stop for a latte at McDonald's and also get you an ice cream cone . . .).
Boo said it just stung for a second, shrugging like it was no big deal (despite the fact that the otherwise lovely Wal-mart associate couldn't get the gun dislodged from the earring and it took a bit of gentle tugging to separate it from her ear.)
Doesn't she look so sophisticated and grown up?
No? That's okay. I like my snarky Boo just as she is.