Quinn and Ellen and I sit at brunch admiring a new dress on the table, and a small girl wanders over and promptly stares at us. She can’t want our food because it’s too healthy, and she can’t want our Sidekicks because they don’t look like Barbie. We’re confused and amused and then I think to hold out the dress. Two seconds later, she is doing a runway turn down the restaurant, and I wonder where a tiara is when you need one.
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