No Guilt Fashion

While driving home from teaching Lyla’s dance class at the studio everything is quiet for at least five minutes. Nobody has said a single word, but Lyla pipes up, “Daddy, did you say you want ice cream?” Nate and I die laughing, but sadly we didn’t have time to stop and get the girl ice cream. We had to get home, so Nate could go to work. However, you can’t blame the girl for trying. She came up with a plan that under any other circumstance would have earned her a dish of ice cream. The Scoop

Denim Jacket-Target, Tank Top-Target, Shorts-Seconhand, Shoes-Skechers