“We’re going to kick butt at the competition, Tessie, and when we win I promise I’ll let you bash my brother’s head in with the trophy.” I chuckle at his enthusiasm and shake my head. “It’s not a wrestling match, Stone, it’s a beauty pageant, and my trophy will most likely be a plastic tiara.” “Well don’t those things have sharp pointy combs? You can dig them into his eye or something.” “You have a really twisted mind, you know that?” “Thank you, shortcake.”
