“How do you mean?” I asked, already knowing I wouldn’t be disagreeing.
“Well, she likes to dig in the garbage and find something to eat. She picks her boogers. Did I do that?”
“No, you didn’t.”
“It’s funny. She does these boy things but she’s really a girl. She wears dresses, plays with her doll and drinks from pink cups. She’s so silly.”
That she is. That she is. For every similarity there is between the two of them, there are just as many differences.
And that stuff all over her face from top to bottom? A tiny piece of ice cream pie (non-fat, thankyouverymuch). She’s crazy that monkeypants.