[Brb Phoenix imagining you in a tutu. Tonight is a melancholy enough night that she's not quite up to giggling like a five-year-old about it, but she does have an impish little grin at the mental image.]
And aw, that's not so weird. Dad hung up my drawings all the time, no matter how crappy they were. [... And they were crappy. Don't believe her? Check out the "portrait" of Harry that Cheryl drew on her sketchbook. An artist, this child was not.]
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[Brb Phoenix imagining you in a tutu. Tonight is a melancholy enough night that she's not quite up to giggling like a five-year-old about it, but she does have an impish little grin at the mental image.]
And aw, that's not so weird. Dad hung up my drawings all the time, no matter how crappy they were. [... And they were crappy. Don't believe her? Check out the "portrait" of Harry that Cheryl drew on her sketchbook. An artist, this child was not.]
Anyway, I think that's sweet.