MY KNEES ARE TOMBOYS.
THEY GET BRUISED AND CUT EVER TIME I PLAY SOCCER.
I'M PROUD OF THEM AND WEAR MY DRESSES SHORT.
MY MOTHER WORRIES I WILL NEVER MARRY WITH KNEES LIKE THAT.
BUT I KNOW THERE'S SOMEONE OUT THERE WHO WILL SAY TO ME:
I LOVE YOU
AND I LOVE YOUR KNEES.
I WANT THE FOUR OF US TO GROW OLD TOGETHER
Seesters Winding Up!
