Tween central.

Grandma, remember this one? Just when I thought we couldn't get any uglier, I unearthed this gem in my house the other night. Thank you Scotch McLaren for scanning this jewel of adolesence. Erin is ten and I look nine. Our teeth, so gross. This was taken at our Grandma's house one million years ago and pretty much sums up my childhood. I am not one hundred percent sure of the inspiration behind the ensembles, but knowing myself and knowing my sister, it looks to be along the lines of Tante Mary goes on a trip (me) with her retarded nephew Igor (Erin). Then again, I might be way off. Enjoy.