Piper thinks you might be following her. She knows you love the blog. You may love it so much that you’re trying to get secret pictures of her in action. Walking down the street. Sitting in the car. Dancing on the playground. You can’t get enough.
Yesterday as we were leaving school Piper saw a woman on her front porch with a camera. There was only one possible explanation.
“Ugh!” Piper exclaimed. “The paparazzi follow me everywhere!”
Halloween happened. Paty Kerry was live in our home for a whole day. She sang through breakfast. She danced on her way to school. She posed for fans at her class party.
She performed on command at the Halloween Parade.
But no matter how big Paty Kerry got on Halloween, she didn’t forget the little guy.
“Dad,” Paty Kerry said, as she was walking out the door for trick or treating, “since you don’t have a costume, you can be part of my paparazzi.”
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