Monday, November 19, 2007

a dark secret

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").


hughman said...

ooo... a mystery!!

Vodalus said...

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.)

Anonymous said...

Happy birthday!

Nancy Lindquist-Liedel said...

I think a photo of, Henry the Hairball is in order.