Of course, Marlo found the head/hat on the floor of the dining room and dressed herself one night last week. She walked around for an hour with this thing on, diving off of the couch and jumping on side tables exclaiming that she was a shark. When I corrected her and told her she was a whale she said, “No. I’m a shark. I checked.”
Oh, EXCUSE ME. She checked. Triple snap. Hair flip. Here’s the document that was notarized, MOTHER.