09 April 2007

Mirror, Mirror ...

from last weekend ...
Cassandra is standing on the stool in the bathroom, washing her hands and watching herself in the mirror.
Rose is standing in the doorway, waiting her turn.
I am sitting on the edge of the tub.
Says Rose, "Obviously, I'm the prettiest one here," patting her locks.
Says Cassandra, "You are not, Rose! We all are prettiest."
Says Rose, "Yes I am! Just look at me," with a shrug.
Says Cassandra, "Rose! We all have lots of barrettes."
Says Rose, "Oh yah."

Pretty is all about the number of hair clips.

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