
I cannot remember what the new girl's hair looks like! And she keeps eluding me at school. Grumble grumble. This was Ces's suggestion for a solution. HA! Thanks, Ces!
UPDATE:
Emma came home from school and saw this on my computer. The conversation that ensued was so hysterical, I couldn't resist sharing it with you:
"Is that me? Is that me?"
"No."
"I want that to be me."
"Why, you want to be dead?"
*gasp* "WHAT?! She's dead?"
"Yeah, what did you think?"
"I thought she was just looking in there."
"It's a Venus Fly Trap."
"I thought it was a taco plant! And she's looking for cheese! No, no, no, I don't want to be her!"