14 09 2008

Dear Punkin,

 A long time ago (you were two so you won’t remember), you said when you grew up, you wanted to be just like me. I told you I didn’t want you to be like me, I wanted you to be like you. You know what I mean? I want you to grow up and be your own woman. I want you to express your individuality the best way you see fit, even if I think you are being ridiculous.

 I mean that. I really do. 

 This picture is a perfect example of what I would consider to be ridiculous;


 It’s not the car or the licence plate that I find to be ridiculous, it’s just that it would clash with your hair. It would clash with my hair too. Should you chose to purchase a car in this color, I will not be traveling in it with you.