That's the message that was written, in sidewalk chalk, on my stoop when I got home last night.
My drinking companions suggested that perhaps it was the boy who wrote it. And although I do belive that the boy does have a touch of pimp-sytle in him, I recognized the lettering as that of my 7 year old daughter.
Hot Gril in the house.
I'm done for.
More later.
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Um....your daughter wouldn't happen to be Kelly Bundy, would she?
Oh man, those teen years are going to be a blast. Good luck with that!
How old is she?
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