So, yeah, when we went to the Phillies game on Monday? Apparently I managed to take exactly one photograph. Fortunately it was not of my poor beleaguered stalking victim, but of Shae and G and the Giant Inflatable Hot Dog:
And even she, at the tender age of two, cannot believe what an unfathomable dork her mother is, as evidenced by this Cute-Overload-style enhancement:
She is all, "Bitch, please!" like she's Sasha Fierce or Tyra or something. Kids these days, honestly.