Laylee:Â Isn’t my doll wonderful?
Me:Â Yep.
Laylee: She has a hat AND a purse. Her purse is so small. She can only carry really really tiny things like… like choking hazards… and other tiny things.
Oh Ginny, Ginny who is called Beth by small illiterate preschoolers in my household, why you gotta go down like this, homey?
Packin’ your purse with Polly Pocket shoes of death, grapes and marbles? Girl. Both your eyes still click open and shut. Your shoes haven’t even been shoved down the heat vents yet. There’s so much to live for.Â