Joss Stone

So we were walking by the Catherine Malandrino store in the West Village/Meat Packing, where my mom keeps dragging dad, when all of a sudden out of no where this woman with legs for miles and red and black hair wearing a tiny little dress and a long coat glided up to the store. The reason I knew it was that my dad stopped and refused to move (just like the way I do when I either want to go somewhere or want to go see another dog and my parents want to go the other-way), and starred. He even got a little glassy eyed. Minutes later when he came back he too, he told my mom it was Joss Stone.

She didn't say hi, or even smile. Not like Lucy Liu, or Sienna Miller, or any other pretty stars I have met.

But I learned that there are some thing that will stop dads from moving.