For the record, the child is walking the campus in 6″ heels all day…and if you’re not familiar with my blog, the child is a 6’3″, self-identified, drag queen, who comes to high school, dressed for the Milan runway.
D’Avonte: “My feet are killing me.”
Me: (Looking at her feet) “No shit.”
D’Avonte: “Jealous?”
Me: “Every single day of my life, my love, every single day of my life.”
Fisticuffs and Shenanigans 
Nice to see she’s back in your blog. Maybe she’ll teach you to dance like Tina Turner in those shoes.
Next blog entry…what I’m doing from my hospital bed!
A D’Avonte story is the perfect antidote to the, uh, other things coming across my screen these days.
D’Avonte is a giver.
It’s her super power! 😁 🙂
6 foot 3? Something to be jealous of. 6 inch heels? Not so much. 🙂 Together, wow!
I am jealous of how we can walk in them, though. AMAZING.