The first time I met Emma, she was pretty boring. And she took a shit on my lap and then threw up on me.
She's changed a little bit since then. She also spent four or five summers sleeping on my front porch, learning to argue in a creative way, and becoming addicted to Buffy The Vampire Slayer.
She's the daughter of Joyce, whom I posted a photo of the other day,
and Bill, my long time pal/roommate/art mob member.