Seeing Through Stars

A boring morning.
A chill in the air outside, Mama won't take me outside.



Good thing these cheapy pink plastic star shaped glasses that I've had for over a year jumped out at me today.

They must have heard my whiny voice.



Mom wanted to take pictures of me, after she saw me dancing with my smile, but I wouldn't let her.

Nope. I kept my pout firmly on my face.
Mean Mommy, taking away my Hello Kitty blanket again.
I guess I probably shouldn't have hit her.
But still, shes mean. So I won't smile.



Okay, okay.

...maybe just a little bit of a smile.

I am wearing pink star shaped glasses, after all.