I don't think my hearts are really hearts, but mom loves them anyways. She wouldn't let me cut it to bits until she took a picture of it. What do you think?
I am five. I am a big girl and I practice cleaning up after myself every day. I am much better at singing the song than actually cleaning up. I love juiceboxes and cheerios. I know how to wrap people around my finger with a word and a smile.
This is my life, my stuff, and my pictures. Don't make it yours. If you are really into me and want to use my information somewhere else, please ask first. Thanks.