She tugged me toward the face-painting cart set up near the Santa’s Express train. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Face painting? Me? “Where’s a boulder and a rope when you need them?” “No one’s drowning themselves today.” Lark shook her head. “How about this: pick a design for me, and I’ll pick one for you. Then we walk around like that the rest of the day. No matter what.”
Girl STOP are you five?? Grow up
