Sometimes I just like to hang out by myself, you know? Well, bear is always with me, but he doesn't count, cuz he understands me, even if I stuff him into my Dora bag.
As you can see I have a pretty good fashion sense. I want to get one of those lap dogs to push around in a stroller, but I guess baby will have to do.
Of course it's not just about the clothes and the shades, you need to accessorize as well.
Of course I'm not just a girl that cares about clothes and stuff, I'm also smart and caring.
Squishy can't read, so I help her out.
So what if I wake up early some mornings, bang on my bedroom door yelling "Open the Door!" "Open the Door!" At least I know how to make myself breakfast!
I don't see why they seem so troubled about me becoming more independent...