Britt's Posse

Sorry I haven't been posting much lately. Facebook ate my life.

There are no little girls on our street, so Britt's only playmates are three little boys who live at the end of the cul-de-sac:



On a recent Saturday, she rode hard with her posse,



then she sat next to me to catch her breath.



She got mad at me for taking pictures,



so she tried to ignore me.



Then she stole my drink,



and then she burped really loud.



I laughed,



so she got embarrassed.



Then she got her own drink.



And then she shot some baskets.



Then she... well, her dribbling still needs work.