Charlotte found my sewing tape measure yesterday, and she’s decided that it’s something she should wear.
And this wasn’t a one time thing either. Every time she picks it up, around her neck it goes. She reminds me of a baby version of Flavor Flav. Except instead of the clock it’s a tape measure. And instead of rapping it’s repeating sounds that end in ah, uh, oh, or oooh. And instead of a dating show on Vh1, it’s her own YouTube channel.
Too much of a stretch?