Oh honey, this one’s got me emotionally ruffled, like when Cheryl tried to pass off store-bought pie as homemade—again. That little gremlin angel struts like she owns the block, with her bottle of questionable hydration and a doll that’s clearly seen some stuff. You know she’s got dirt on every adult in the neighborhood.
I loved the drama—the oversized shoes, the hair that says “I fought the wind and the wind lost,” and that expression? Half sass, half “I just told your secrets to the cat.” But you know what I’d have done? Given her a sparkly cape and maybe a squirrel sidekick. That’s what she deserves.
Better luck next time—or at least brush the poor child’s hair!
/Doris, your neighbor, with a brush and a theory for everything