That day we went to the ghetto

Oh hey, Mom.

 

It's me, Brynn.

 

Well, I guess it was bound to happen. Today, we went deep into the ghetto.

 

Sure, sure. I see you looking at the green expanse and saying, "oh, Brynn..." in a mocking tone. But fo' realz, Mom. Neenee said it was Whetstone/Park of Roses, but we made it nowhere near a flower. Instead, like I said, we went to the ghetto.

 

Here. Here are me and Dames on some dirty, bare-bones structure he impossibly recognized as a fire truck. Di-sgusting.

 

You're not feelin' it yet? Try this one. Here I am, climbing on some plywood to get a better look at the graffiti. Really, it's an art form. Sprized you didn't know that.

 

To make matters worse, some hoodlum toddler just showed up. I was all, "Look at my eyes. Does it LOOK like we have an opening on this ghetto-mobile??"

 

But then! Wonder of wonders! We found DUCKS! 

 

They were in the water, too!

 

I could've stayed here all day! (Note uncultured dummy Dames is like, "Are we done yet?")

 

And I said, "NooooOooooOooo!"

 

Finally, Neenee pulled me away, and we went off exploring. We found a big ole tree. Neenee got all excited and wanted to take a photo. Dames was like, "duhhhhh, OK." And me being my usual whatever-you-say self, I smiled pretty and said, "SQUIRREL!"