Drabble 21/25

Story to feature a crime.

She stood there, indignation pouring off her in waves.

I tried dammit, I did, but I just couldn't help myself.

"Are you finished?" my daughter demanded.

I smiled, and wiped a tear from my eye.

This wasn't the first time, and I'm sure it won't be the last. Where the hell she got these ideas from I really had no idea — thirteen going on thirty, attitude to match.

I'd blinked and my little girl was gone, replaced by this... mess stood proudly— in DMs, a cowboy hat, and gingham dress.

Surely a crime against fashion.

But what do I know?