This little imp had cherries for dinner last night.Obviously she didn’t like them at all.
When he saw the juice was literally dripping off her hands, David grabbed them and made dark red handprints on her chest.
“What are you, baby? Braveheart?” I asked her.
“Yes,” David deadpanned. “I Braveheart.”
And then I almost choked on my drink, because that was the most unexpected allusion ever but it was perfect. A prize to anyone who knows where it comes from without looking it up.
I Braveheart. Brilliant.
oh my gosh. that is so funny. she is so cute.