Peter Frampton was for Marlo. This… this was for Leta.
The spunk did not fall far from the tree with this one.
Yet another first for my child who is drawn to books and art and writing elaborate fictional stories in a summer replete with physically breaking free.
When someone describes the culture here as “sometimes a little weird” this should help explain that a bit.
The youngest of the Chamberlain children or “Chamberbabes” as their mother likes to say.
No big deal that my friend gives birth to children whose beauty is almost too much to behold.
Here I am talking about farts and I am not happy about it. Not one bit.
Doesn’t everyone wear their princess costume while planting flowers and pulling weeds?
Choose your battles, name them one by one.
The daily ritual before camp rendered in black and white.