Kissing the Boss
“Holy… No. No, you’re not wearing that. You look like a ten-year-old boy.”
“Correction,” I said, holding up a finger, my voice sounding extra loud inside the mask. “I believe the yellow Power Ranger is more often than not a girl.”
“Then you look like a ten-year-old girl!” he exploded in disbelief. “Granted, you don’t look much older than eighteen out of the costume, and you act fifteen, but—”
“I don’t act fifteen,” I screeched. “What the hell?”
He lifted a single eyebrow, disagreeing. “Still eat Cocoa Puffs for breakfast?”