Holy Crap, I’m Not Even Sure I Can Blog This
Why she should feel the need to whisper anything while we were alone in her room with the rest of the house awake, I couldn’t guess – but then, you don’t argue with those who rule by divine right, and so I dutifully leaned down so the cute, blond, 8-yr-old Reigning Queen of Pink could whisper in my ear: “Sweet titty-fuckin’ Jesus, I’m tired!”