Cradling the foster kitten named "Datebread" in her arms, five year-old Lola sang softly this morning, "Datebread, I love Datebread. Why are you named 'Datebread?' What dark secret made you be named 'Datebread?' What dark, dark secret made you be named 'Datebread?'"
(The hideous truth is that Datebread's coloration is that of datebread, which sparked the name. It could have been worse. Her brother is named "Henry the Hairball").
4 comments:
ooo... a mystery!!
that child is destined to be a writer one day. encourage her to pursue television and not poetry; the former is far more lucrative.
oh! and Happy Birthday! (at midnight, it is Tuesday.)
Happy birthday!
I think a photo of, Henry the Hairball is in order.
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