In which my daughter discovers a downside to a life of fame and glamour
movie star rabbit sunglasses, newly desmudged
Preschooler, handing me her glasses before climbing out of the back of a shiny new black Cadillac Escalade (sadly, not ours):
“Mommyo, would you wash my movie star rabbit sunglasses? They got smudged while I was being a movie star.”
What are you thinking?