what is it like to be the p.b. kid?
we lay on our bed and watch our pretty, pretty gold lamp make great shadows on the wall while it flutters in the breeze
we leave our shoes on the stairs
we accessorize with abandon and flair
our phone makes a lot of obnoxious noises as our friends text us non-stop
we work hard, we play hard, we find our way in this sometimes confusing world.
we have a mom that loves us deeply