Mini Barbie is on the balcony, holding a smoothie with two straws. She nods down at me. “Race you to the slide?”
I grab my favorite hoodie—the one with the little sunburst on the sleeve—and slide down the stair rail because walking is boring. From my POV, everything is a potential ramp. The kitchen island? A half-pipe. The hallway rug? A launchpad. mini barbie lukes pov
That’s my favorite version of her.