Daddy took me to the mall today and some old lady said I was a "good looking fella". Fella? What was it exactly that made me look like a boy? My pink flowered onsie? My dark pink pants? My pink sweater? My pink shoes?
In other mall-related news, I think I met my first celebrity today.
While Daddy and I were walking down the hall, this big fat old dude in a red suit came up to me in my stroller and was all gettin' jolly in my face and stuff. He was giving off that vibe that I really should know him, but didn't introduce himself. I thought it was a little forward, but I politely smiled and even shook his finger.
Anyway, he walked away with one of his handlers and started talking to other kids. Later on, I see him sitting on this big chair in the middle of the mall and all kinds of people were getting their pictures taken with him. So I figure he had to be some sort of a big deal. All the kids were asking him for stuff, so I figure he must have been pretty well off.
I think it might have been Warren Buffet.
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