The lil’ monkey brandished this hand-crafted sign in front of us yesterday afternoon.
“I am terrible?!” we each muttered, perplexed. Also,Â sotto voceÂ to each other: “What probing self-examination she has at such a young age! And so accurate! Though really, she’s only terribleÂ someÂ of the time…”
She noticed that the sign didn’t have its desired effect. Â Away she went, and after a time, she came back with this more elaborate, second draft. Â With the outfit.
“Tinkerbell! I am Tinkerbell!” Check. Looking forward to the Madame Bovary outfit in another 10-15 yrs.