Last night I went to the park with my friend, Krissy, and her kids. Krissy is from India. That will come into play later in this story.
We were hanging out at the slide area when a little girl comes up to us and starts chattering away. Here are some excerpts from our time together.
Girl: (to Krissy) Do you want to play princess?
Krissy: I am a princess.
Girl: (blank stare) I’m a fairy, and OH MY GOSH, there’s burning lava all around. I’ll save us. ABRACADABRA. Okay, I fixed it.
Me: Can I be a fairy too? What’s my fairy name.
Girl: Hmmmm, Princess Cleopatra.
Me: Nice. What’s your fairy name?
Girl: Pablo.
Me: Interesting. What’s her fairy name (pointing to Krissy)
Girl: *mumblemumble*
Me: Did you say Nita?
Girl: NO. *mumblemumble*
Me: Rita?
Girl: YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND.
Me: Wow, I just got reprimanded by a 5-year-old.
*Krissy finally figured out that her name is Uniqua*
*Krissy and I wandered off, when said little girl comes running after us*
Girl: HEY BROWN LADY.
Me: *SNORT*
Krissy: I have a name little girl. It’s Uniqua.
Me: *SMOKER LAUGH*
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I really hope that comes across as funny as the actual event was. Because, good golly it was funny.
This is Princess Cleopatra, signing off.
That was hilarious.
That is so wrong. . . yet I laughed SO hard!
Good writing, Princess Cleopatra. I go by Countess Mandy, the editor in some circles. The whole team actually has special names: Princess Emily of Hot Pocket, Sir Mike the Wakefield, and Lord Scott. Yeah, that’s the way we roll.