#skyehenderson

“THERE SHE IS!” owen bellows as his eyes land on his oldest sister. he’s at least three shots deep, so he’s starting to feel a slight buzz. “the o.g. the main henderson. the first of many.” he doesn’t know what he’s talking about or what he’s even saying. “be honest, how much did you help with this whole production? foam party seems right down your alley.” he’s joking, of course. he knows that the idea of foam INSIDE a building is probably an interior designer’s worst nightmare.

          (  @skyehenderson​  !  )    ‘  i  think  i’m  getting  old  -  ’   they  squint  at  daisy’s  space  text  book  ,   reading  the  words  but  NONE  of  it  really  makes  sense  to  sabrina  .    but  to  be  fair  to  the  demi-girl  ,   she  was  never  much  of  a  stem  type  herself  .    ‘  either  i  need  glasses  or  my  kid  is  way  more  advanced  than  i’ll  ever  be  .  ’  

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE’S AT A PLAY DATE?” the smile on owen’s face dropped immediately the second his sister broke the news. “she told me to come over today. you were there. not a call, not a text-- nothing. what am i supposed to do with the barbies she SPECIFICALLY asked me to bring? she’s drifting away from me. skye, WE’RE LOSING HER. you need to bring her back. like, now.”