You must think that what I do is easy. But I don't sport these tutus and tennis shoes for nothing. I call it an el fashiones statemundo. That's Mandarin for fashion statement. I bet you didn't know that! But anyways, it isn't easy. In fact, it never is.
Always telling Jaque to iron each and every ruffle at the lowest heat, or to throw an extra handful of glitter into my skirts, or even to make sure that he only purchases the extra swirly Sweetie Shirley bubblegum lollipops can be pretty tiring. Mom always tells me, while she's in the middle of swiping her shiny card on clothes for me, that I should be grateful or something to have him....? I think that Jaque should be on his knees giving ME thanks. He's lucky we even give him a job! So what if he's dusted and dazzled for Bruno Mars or Justin bieber- this is ME we're talking about. The glitter bomb herself. The super mature, wonderufully elegant, breathtakingly bombshell-y, MCKENNA MARLIN.
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Little Miss Barbie
Non-Fiction7-year-old Mckenna *"Glitter"* Marlin is far from your ordinary tike. She's a fully-loaded, all-stations-go, ready-for-battle glitter bomb. LITERALLY.
