i am coming to grips with the fact that my child is a tagger. every time i turn around, i find that she has left the same three letters on something of mine. on the bathroom mirror, on the refrigerator, and today, on my moleskin journal. what sort of pre pubescent angst can she possibly be carrying around in that 40 pound body? what is it, babe?
not that i'm over thinking this or anything.
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I'm gonna teach her how to cut stencils and give her spray paint for her birthday.
G-Pa
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