Brooklyn hit the stage for her ballet recital this weekend. I think I had a recital on a practically identical stage when I was about her age. Just more proof that my cloning experiment is coming along quite nicely. And no, that is not dirt on her cheek...she was the Pink Panther, and those are her eyeliner whiskers. Please note: Wet n Wild still exists. And it is as cheap as it was when I bought my first tube of lipstick back in '87. Shimmering pale pink of course...smuggled in to school in the pocket of my acid washed jean jacket. It was totally rad.