A few nights ago I was getting Alli ready for school the next day by having her lay out her clothes. She said "You know, Mom, I really need some new clothes." "I know you do, Alli. I'll go get you some. What are you into these days? Jeans and t-shirts still okay, or do you want to change it up?"
"I think jeans and t-shirts. That's my swagga." This statement was followed by two hands in deuces thrown up in the air.
Radio silence. Then "Um, what did you say?"
"That's my swagga. The jeans and t-shirts." More deuces.
"What does that mean, exactly?"
"You know, like that's what makes me cool. It's my swagga."
I'm really not ready for this, people.
Thursday, May 8, 2014
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