Mystery Solved
4.27.2005
"Do you remember your baby list?" Nikki, asked.
My mind is blank for a milisecond, then, much like lightning what she's talking about flashes into my head. I immediately blush.
"Yes. I remember, but not all the details." I reply. "Why do you ask?"
"Because my nine year old daughter is sitting on the floor in her room, doing that very thing."
"Kids these days" I say, shaking my head. "I didn't do that until I was atleast 15"
She gives me a look, and nudges me down the hall to her room.
The baby list, aka the "If I Marry..." list is a secret collection of names kept in one's diary. Typically, it looks like this:
"If I marry ___________________ , our children will be _______ and ______"
It's generally kept under lock and key and your friends must DOUBLE pinky swear to even know who's made the cut and found a way onto your marriage wishlist. In fact, I'm not even sure how Nikki knew I had one. Maybe she had one and just assumed.
I remember making my embarrassing list with my friend Jamie, our freshman year in high school. We had the greats like, Taylor Hanson, Nick Carter (well, I had him anyway), David Justice (of Atlanta Braves fame), the fabulous Cameron H. (he had such gorgeous blue eyes) and the infamous rocker-boy from our high school Jeremy V.
I knock on the door to the nine-year old's room and after I had closed and locked the door under her watchful eye, I joined her on the floor.
"What have you got there?" I ask.
She gives me a guarded look, not sure whether she should let me see what she's writing, but my honest eyes, and encouraging smile must have won her over. She handed me the list.
I began reading it, and by the time I was finished, my eyes were watering, fighting to keep the tears of laughter at bay. I tell her she's picked some fabulous names and when she decides, to keep me posted. Then, I get up to leave, because if I stay in there one more minute, I'm probably going to scar her for life by laughing like a hyenia. After closing her down and creeping down the hall (her younger brother is asleep) I catch Nikki's eye and motion for her to come outside with me where we can talk.
As soon as the door is closed behind us, I catch the worried look on her face and lose it. I bent and the waist, and buried my face in my hands as I start laughing uncontrollably.
"What? What is it?!" Nikki urges me.
"I don't think you have to worry about what's on her list anytime soon." I reply "She's making a list of names for her My Little Pony dolls. Apparantly the blue one's pregnant."
The color returns to Nikki's face and I can tell she's relieved. Finally she says
"Well, that's a relief. I thought that I was going to wind up with a grandchild named 'Majesty Rain'".
I thought about scanning and posting my list (it's in the back of an ooooold diary) but then I realized that I didn't have time to pinky-swear everyone in before they read the list.
My mind is blank for a milisecond, then, much like lightning what she's talking about flashes into my head. I immediately blush.
"Yes. I remember, but not all the details." I reply. "Why do you ask?"
"Because my nine year old daughter is sitting on the floor in her room, doing that very thing."
"Kids these days" I say, shaking my head. "I didn't do that until I was atleast 15"
She gives me a look, and nudges me down the hall to her room.
The baby list, aka the "If I Marry..." list is a secret collection of names kept in one's diary. Typically, it looks like this:
"If I marry ___________________ , our children will be _______ and ______"
It's generally kept under lock and key and your friends must DOUBLE pinky swear to even know who's made the cut and found a way onto your marriage wishlist. In fact, I'm not even sure how Nikki knew I had one. Maybe she had one and just assumed.
I remember making my embarrassing list with my friend Jamie, our freshman year in high school. We had the greats like, Taylor Hanson, Nick Carter (well, I had him anyway), David Justice (of Atlanta Braves fame), the fabulous Cameron H. (he had such gorgeous blue eyes) and the infamous rocker-boy from our high school Jeremy V.
I knock on the door to the nine-year old's room and after I had closed and locked the door under her watchful eye, I joined her on the floor.
"What have you got there?" I ask.
She gives me a guarded look, not sure whether she should let me see what she's writing, but my honest eyes, and encouraging smile must have won her over. She handed me the list.
I began reading it, and by the time I was finished, my eyes were watering, fighting to keep the tears of laughter at bay. I tell her she's picked some fabulous names and when she decides, to keep me posted. Then, I get up to leave, because if I stay in there one more minute, I'm probably going to scar her for life by laughing like a hyenia. After closing her down and creeping down the hall (her younger brother is asleep) I catch Nikki's eye and motion for her to come outside with me where we can talk.
As soon as the door is closed behind us, I catch the worried look on her face and lose it. I bent and the waist, and buried my face in my hands as I start laughing uncontrollably.
"What? What is it?!" Nikki urges me.
"I don't think you have to worry about what's on her list anytime soon." I reply "She's making a list of names for her My Little Pony dolls. Apparantly the blue one's pregnant."
The color returns to Nikki's face and I can tell she's relieved. Finally she says
"Well, that's a relief. I thought that I was going to wind up with a grandchild named 'Majesty Rain'".
I thought about scanning and posting my list (it's in the back of an ooooold diary) but then I realized that I didn't have time to pinky-swear everyone in before they read the list.
Amelia at 3:49 PM
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