29 October 2008
This girl drives me crazy. I find myself asking her quite often, "What were you thinking?" (read: It's quite apparent that you were not thinking, at least not thinking of what kind of trouble you were going to get in when you decided to....) She really lives somewhere else (her head) much of the time, and I so wish I could go visit her there. I would like to see what her perfect world is like, where she never has to eat protein for every meal, or take a bath, or brush her teeth (not again! she says upon this request), or apologize to anyone. I imagine it is a place where floating and twirling are the only modes of transportation and singing high soprano, deep curtsying, and eyelash batting are the only forms of communication. Olive was born to be royalty, and I am working on treating her as such.
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