I’m about to type words I actually never expected to come from me.
I think my daughter and I need matching outfits.
I mean, come on, look at them. They’re adorable in their matching floral dresses, bouncing around a fancy balcony in Paris.
Actually… now that I think of it… my almost two-year-old and I could try it if we wanted to.
We have matching dresses. Now all we need are the tickets to Paris. Excuse me while I webjet.