Here is a perfect little slice of Molly's life. Crusin' down the hallway of her new house in her pink convertible with her pigtails blowing in the breeze. She's got her "party shoes" in the trunk (shiny, black Mary Janes) and a pink toothbrush in her hand that she calls "Mimi" because it belongs to Mom and it is currently her favorite object in entire world (the blue toothbrush "Dada" is OK but not even in the same galaxy as "Mimi" - but what else is new?). Little Lash doesn't have a care in the world. She's out way past her curfew (6:30 p.m.) - and she didn't even bother to call ol' Dad. I'm telling you, they grow up too fast...
Here is a perfect little slice of Molly's life. Crusin' down the hallway of her new house in her pink convertible with her pigtails blowing in the breeze. She's got her "party shoes" in the trunk (shiny, black Mary Janes) and a pink toothbrush in her hand that she calls "Mimi" because it belongs to Mom and it is currently her favorite object in entire world (the blue toothbrush "Dada" is OK but not even in the same galaxy as "Mimi" - but what else is new?). Little Lash doesn't have a care in the world. She's out way past her curfew (6:30 p.m.) - and she didn't even bother to call ol' Dad. I'm telling you, they grow up too fast...
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