Hollahollaholla

Camille has begun learning a skill - nay, an artform - that she will continue to perfect as she progresses through life and into adulthood: phone conversation.

"It's Samantha. I really don't want to talk to this bitch."

"Hiiiiiii Samantha. What am I doing? Oh nothing. Trying
to get the milk stain out of my silk onesie. You know, the
one you barfed on because you're a lightweight and you
drank too much trying to impress Kayden at daycare,
even though everyone knows he likes me."

"That bitch hung up on me!"

To make herself feel better, Camille went on a blueberry baby food bender and tried to cover up her shame by fingerpainting her own face.

That's my girl. <3