The Prince And The Blog
related, right? Being the witty word master that I am I reply with a fun little hand gesture.
“Now Erica, you leave you brother alone,” my mother says as she turns around and puts some pancakes on the table, “he can wear whatever he wants to, it’s his birthday too you know,”
“Well…the least he can do is try,” she replies, still giving me her look.
“At least I keep consistent with my clothing,” I say to her, “my attire is always this nice, no more, no less,” by the look in her eyes I can tell that she