what is it like to be the p.b. kid?

we lay on our bed and watch our pretty, pretty gold lamp make great shadows on the wall while it flutters in the breeze

we leave our shoes on the stairs

we accessorize with abandon and flair

our phone makes a lot of obnoxious noises as our friends text us non-stop

we work hard, we play hard, we find our way in this sometimes confusing world.

we have a mom that loves us deeply