Redefining Sass in Childhood

A simple essay descends into a rant in front of your very eyes

I’m sat on the playroom floor with a bunch of hastily-attached hairclips digging into my scalp and some poorly applied nail polish adorning my fingers. I think we’re playing shops, but for some reason I’m also Muffin from Bluey. She’s Bluey, obviously. Yes, I know she’s wearing a Cinderella dress. No, don’t point out the discrepancy. It’s not worth it.

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