My Daughter
No, no she’s not. But when you’re holding that girl, you wouldn’t mind if people mistook her for your own. In fact, just holding Isabella helped divert unwanted advances at S. Beach: “Es tu hija?” unwanted advance asked. “Yes, she’s my daughter.” What a man-repellent.
At Whole Foods, Darwin got mistaken for Isabella’s dad - Isabella’s baby-pattern-baldness is strikingly similar to the way Darwin cuts his hair. Note, I said, the way he cuts his hair. If you can’t tell, in the first picture Isabella is checking out Darwin’s nice fade as she throws back a cold one.
Instead of a pair of floaties, Darwin’s floating body served as as Isabella’s personal luxury liner. At first she was a bit confused, thinking shouldn’t this yacht be equipped with autopilot. Then she got the hang of steering the thing by slapping the back of Darwin’s head. Simply adorable.
(pictures taken while Mom, Sophia & Isabella joined us in Miami recently). Have you heard that the world is getting another Isabella?!
Comments (2 comments)
That looks like Izzie is riding my corpse. Was I drunk or something?
Darwin / August 15th, 2008, 1:47 am / #
oh my gosh darwin! That picture does resemble your corpse just floating in the pool. What was Isabella thinking?
sophia / August 19th, 2008, 4:49 pm / #
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