This past weekend I got a scooter. Here's CC giving it a whirl, and we laughed a lot when she instinctively reached for the handlebars. No, she is not allowed to ride with me. I got it to commute to my new gig downtown.
When tia/god-mama Bridget came to visit, she kindly brought CC this rad Brooklyn T-shirt to remind her (and us) that she wasn't born a California-girl.
Note: the coiffing agent is yogurt.
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