One morning Little Miss came downstairs wearing brown stretch pants, three t-shirts in various colours and lengths, and a green knit sweater. Mr. Man and I, who were sitting on the couch having coffee, stared at her.
She tilted her head to one side, letting her red curls fall. "What?"
I leaned over to Mr. and muttered, "I wish I looked good in anything I wore."
He laughed.
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"Where ever did you come from?" I asked Little Miss, admiringly.
She stated, simply, "China."
'nuff said :)
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