This is just a little ditty I wrote one day when I was bored. It always makes me laugh. This one is for LaQuan McCoury. I love you Quannie.
My daughter has one little boy, a 2-year old named Jaxon. She also has another one (again, a boy) on the way. But my wish for her, eventually, is a daughter…
She will be overweight, with thick, unruly, curly hair and she will need glasses. We shall name her Corinna. She will have chubby knuckles like her Grandma. Her best friend will be the little black asthmatic boy next door and she will like ketchup with her macaroni and cheese. She will only wear blue jeans and keds purchased from the “husky” section of Montgomery Wards. Her favorite saying will be, “I can’t work under these conditions”—except she won’t be able to pronounce it correctly, because she will have a lisp. She will be known throughout the neighborhood for her deadly scissor hold and decadent easy-bake oven brownies. She will despise Bratz dolls, preferring to collect antique yo-yos instead. She will (affectionately, of course) refer to her grandfather as “that man my Grandma USED to love.” She will share a birthday with me, listen to The doors incessantly and looooove Corn Nuts.
Monday, September 6, 2010
Corinna
This is just a little ditty I wrote one day when I was bored. It always makes me laugh. This one is for LaQuan McCoury. I love you Quannie.
My daughter has one little boy, a 2-year old named Jaxon. She also has another one (again, a boy) on the way. But my wish for her, eventually, is a daughter…
She will be overweight, with thick, unruly, curly hair and she will need glasses. We shall name her Corinna. She will have chubby knuckles like her Grandma. Her best friend will be the little black asthmatic boy next door and she will like ketchup with her macaroni and cheese. She will only wear blue jeans and keds purchased from the “husky” section of Montgomery Wards. Her favorite saying will be, “I can’t work under these conditions”—except she won’t be able to pronounce it correctly, because she will have a lisp. She will be known throughout the neighborhood for her deadly scissor hold and decadent easy-bake oven brownies. She will despise Bratz dolls, preferring to collect antique yo-yos instead. She will (affectionately, of course) refer to her grandfather as “that man my Grandma USED to love.” She will share a birthday with me, listen to The doors incessantly and looooove Corn Nuts.
My daughter has one little boy, a 2-year old named Jaxon. She also has another one (again, a boy) on the way. But my wish for her, eventually, is a daughter…
She will be overweight, with thick, unruly, curly hair and she will need glasses. We shall name her Corinna. She will have chubby knuckles like her Grandma. Her best friend will be the little black asthmatic boy next door and she will like ketchup with her macaroni and cheese. She will only wear blue jeans and keds purchased from the “husky” section of Montgomery Wards. Her favorite saying will be, “I can’t work under these conditions”—except she won’t be able to pronounce it correctly, because she will have a lisp. She will be known throughout the neighborhood for her deadly scissor hold and decadent easy-bake oven brownies. She will despise Bratz dolls, preferring to collect antique yo-yos instead. She will (affectionately, of course) refer to her grandfather as “that man my Grandma USED to love.” She will share a birthday with me, listen to The doors incessantly and looooove Corn Nuts.
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