I’ll take two, please. To go.
The only thing I could remember the words to at that age was the theme song to Sesame Street or David the Gnome on Nickelodeon. I’m still maintaining that I should never, ever, reproduce, but I’d definitely hang out with this little blond starlet. We could go to classy martini bars or cabarets where she could watch seasoned performers and experience a true audience… not because I’d even consider for one minute forcing a young, talented, adorable child on stage to perform like a trained bear while people “oooohhh” and “aahhhh” over her. Ugh, disgusting. I wonder what the baby brother can do…
Sincerely,
Sally B. (Jackson)
