Thursday, August 6, 2015
The year I was born a Big Mac cost .65 cents. I wish I could taste it. I bet it tasted different.
Zoey hates her camp this week. Feels left out from her friends, is afraid of Stand Up Paddleboarding, told me to throw away the camp shirt because she is never going back there again.
She has been on Instagram for a few months now, set to private. We sit together and look at her friend requests and delete anyone I don't know. She posts pictures of Cinque and Ike, her Littlest Pet Shops, of her brother asleep. She "likes" every single photo people post, and when I told her you're not supposed to do that, only the ones you really love, she asked me why. I don't know what I said, only that she told me that's stupid. Why not "like" every picture because it makes people feel good?
Tomorrow she is not going back to that camp.
Posted by Petunia Face at 10:38 PM
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What a beautiful girl you have...inside and out.
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