Superstar

I’m a superstar! I know it’s not right to brag, but if my parents tell me this all the time, then it’s the truth right? But don’t get me wrong… I don’t think a person is naturally born a superstar – I think you become one. It takes hard work, a good personality, many smiles, and most of all, style. Because without style Bub, you ain’t got nothin’. Oh yeah, you may be wondering where I got my hipster attitude all of a sudden, but I’m a year and half old now. And that means I know things. Lots of things. I know hats make you cool. I know that butterflies fly and bubbles float. I know the difference between my two black cats. I know how to get pretty much whatever I want. Oh yeah. That’s how cool I am. Like I said – I’m a Superstar.

You may think my Mama dresses me, but you'd be mistaken.

I pick my clothes out all. by. my. self.

Even Superstars like to have fun with bubbles!

Check out me and my ride!



P.S. To my Grandparents: I finally updated the link over to the left there with more photos!