The kids and I were out front for a little bit this afternoon, just hanging out and enjoying the weather when a gaggle of pre-teen girls ran up into the cul-de-sac and started playing with the three year old in her Barbie jeep across the street.
Aw, how sweet. The big girls are being nice to little one. Maybe I was wrong about them. Maybe they aren't the rudest children on the planet. Maybe they weren't spawned from Satan after all.
And then the trashy girls left the baby in the dust and drove off in her pink jeep at one mile per hour with their knees to their chins while smoking their cigarettes.
Yes. Smoking cigarettes. On the Barbie jeep. After they got off the bus from being at FIFTH GRADE all day.
I wonder if the Barbie jeep has an ashtray because I know the Hot Wheels one doesn't.
Day One Hundred Eighty-Six
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