Post Worthy

After the train park my parents let me roam P.V. Mall while they tended my chicken tenders. When I walked in this is what I saw. A very common occurrence. Ava on a throne on the counter while my dad made salsa. She had yogurt and a juice box and would yell at him if she dropped either. She has easily made Grandpa her life long slave and favorite person. The only problem is she tells us to go go go and screams when it's time to go home, and screams the whole way home. Last week she was LI-TER-A-LLY dying when we told her it was time to go and the instant Kreed put her in my dads arms she stopped. She is sassy and sweet and knows that she can get away with murder and still be adored by them.


And that is what happens to her hair when she rips and throws her ponytail out.