I think I could be a baby girl or a little, even though I can’t imagine calling a man “Daddy.”
Every time I do something a tad bit naughty, I know it’s my little girl smiling wickedly.
I’m tired of feeling bad and living in my head. I’m tired of crying – I can do more of that later. I’m tired of thinking too much.
I’d rather let my little girl out to play. This ought to be fun!