da’ club

Tonight my daughter wanted us all to come to her “party” {in her room}. She had her ballet bar set up at the door and stood behind it checking your name on her “list” {a piece of paper she had}, and then would move the velvet rope {ballet bar} to let you in. She had her lights dimmed and when daddy tried to get in she yelled “no lash {flash} photography”! at him and told him he had to leave. I’m just curious what velvet rope, meat head bouncer clubs is this girl hanging out at?

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