Sydney and I made a little trip to Hilltop today, and I felt a lot like a rock star’s body guard. “Stay back. One at a time. Yes, this is Sydney. No, she won’t perform at your birthday party.” Seriously, I uttered all but one of those statements multiple times. On top of that, throughout our time at Hilltop there were shrieks of “Sydney’s here! Do you remember me?! Oh look at that guy with Sydney. He must be the handsomest grandson-in-law“. Again, all but one of these things actually happened multiple times.
In true rock star fashion she celebrated when she got home by breaking some stuff and trying to cut herself.
