This is a recycled post from a couple of years ago, but it made me smile because its just *so Annie*, so I decided to repost it today. I love this kid!

Yesterday morning I sent Annie upstairs to get dressed.

This is what she picked out to wear.

Should I worry, that with all the smocked dresses and pink girly stuff in her closet….this is what she picked?

A black rock star shirt with torn sleeves?

Black fur-trimmed (biker) boots? With shorts???

Not to mention the tattoos. Uh oh.

Oh my. Oh no.

Nevermind that they’re Hannah Montana tattoos…. she’s still so…. dangerous.

And she’s got the rock star attitude. Guess what? I’m still a rock star. I’ve got my rock moves. And I don’t need you…

The shirt, I have to confess, is my fault because I did buy it for her, after all. I had to buy it, and if I have to explain it to you, you clearly aren’t a child of the 80s.

I just didn’t realize she’d be wearing it with the boots and the tattoos.

I think we’re in trouble.

Hopefully I can straighten her out before before she starts a fight.

Pray for us.

Don’t let the angelic face fool you. She’s bad to the bone.