Last Sunday Z came into my room just as I was done dressing. I turned from the mirror towards him and asked, "How do I look?"
"Not good," was the simple response.
"Why not? What's wrong?" I inquired.
"Needs more texture," he advised.
The crazy thing? I think he was right.
1 comment:
Does he even know what texture is?
So wonderful the things kids come up with!
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