My darling girl channeled her inner Kari Ann Peniche and pouted like a spoiled z-list celebrity this morning when I refused to pour her an overly large cup of orange juice. She was so upset with me, she refused to touch the offending cup of only a little juice, choosing to give it nasty looks instead.
Then she pushed it away from her in disgust.
That's when she realized she had an audience.
And her beauty-queen persona took over.
Yes, this is the girl who said to me today, "Mom, you fuhgod you camwah. How you gonna take my pictuh?" How indeed.