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Saturday, June 14th 2008
02:03:45 PM
Dear Ditto (Letter #5)
Dear Ditto,
Ahh, my dear, sweet Ditto. I will start this letter now, but I am not sure when I will be done with it. A lot of things are going on here at the house on this hot, sunny day. As a rule, where we live it is super duper hot in the summertime. No, you don’t understand, I am talking super duper, willy mammoth HOT. And to top things off, our air conditioner stopped working last week. It tends to do that when it works overtime. So, if you think that it is hot in mommy’s belly, at least you got a little GOD built air conditioning system going on. Needless to say, with the extra weight that I have hanging around my body, I am hotter than a rotisserie oven. And your mom…well…your mom is always hot on a normal basis. She exudes hotness. She defines hot. You will see. Just look up the word “hot” in the dictionary and you will see a picture of your mother. If you look closely, you might see me in the background. I am hardly noticed. I made it in the picture because your mom is so hot, that a little hotness rubbed off on me by association.
I say that to say, that doggonnit…you must be hot, too. I mean, I am close to your mother, but I have never been a part of her. I have never been attached to her with umbilical cords and blood and guts and stuff. Matter of fact, I see the dictionary picture changing already. What is going on? I see my picture being faded out and yours and Genesis is becoming more and more clearer. Wow. You guys are just as hot as mom. Where am I? Ahhh, there I am. I knew that I, at least, still had to be in the picture. Without me, you wouldn’t even be here. See that little dot on the right hand corner. Yea, that is me…still hot…by association. Whew!
We have been thinking of names since the day we found out you were coming. And I think we finally have everything geared and ready to go. We finally have a guy and a girl’s name. So, the choice is yours…what do you want to be called? If you knew the drama we have been going through to get the name thing figured out, you would pity us. We have gone around the world searching. Something not too ghetto, but yet a hint of ghettoness to prove your blackness. Something, so unique, but not unique enough to outshine the beautiful person that you are. You know some parents wait until after the child is born before they slap a name on it. They want to get to know child. They want to have a name according to how the child makes them feel. They want to try the product out first. Maybe if they don’t like the child, they will take the child back…after all; it hasn’t been named, yet. You have a couple cousins that are 30 and just got named yesterday. But, not us. We know you. Your mother feels you inside of her. I have grown accustomed to having these conversations with you through my letters. I see and hear you laughing. I see you playing with Genesis. She loves kissing mommy’s belly. Yea, we don’t have to wait. We have your name. We have your world, we have your life. We are your parents. We have your love. And you have ours.
Until next time…see you later.
But as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.
Ahh, my dear, sweet Ditto. I will start this letter now, but I am not sure when I will be done with it. A lot of things are going on here at the house on this hot, sunny day. As a rule, where we live it is super duper hot in the summertime. No, you don’t understand, I am talking super duper, willy mammoth HOT. And to top things off, our air conditioner stopped working last week. It tends to do that when it works overtime. So, if you think that it is hot in mommy’s belly, at least you got a little GOD built air conditioning system going on. Needless to say, with the extra weight that I have hanging around my body, I am hotter than a rotisserie oven. And your mom…well…your mom is always hot on a normal basis. She exudes hotness. She defines hot. You will see. Just look up the word “hot” in the dictionary and you will see a picture of your mother. If you look closely, you might see me in the background. I am hardly noticed. I made it in the picture because your mom is so hot, that a little hotness rubbed off on me by association.
I say that to say, that doggonnit…you must be hot, too. I mean, I am close to your mother, but I have never been a part of her. I have never been attached to her with umbilical cords and blood and guts and stuff. Matter of fact, I see the dictionary picture changing already. What is going on? I see my picture being faded out and yours and Genesis is becoming more and more clearer. Wow. You guys are just as hot as mom. Where am I? Ahhh, there I am. I knew that I, at least, still had to be in the picture. Without me, you wouldn’t even be here. See that little dot on the right hand corner. Yea, that is me…still hot…by association. Whew!
We have been thinking of names since the day we found out you were coming. And I think we finally have everything geared and ready to go. We finally have a guy and a girl’s name. So, the choice is yours…what do you want to be called? If you knew the drama we have been going through to get the name thing figured out, you would pity us. We have gone around the world searching. Something not too ghetto, but yet a hint of ghettoness to prove your blackness. Something, so unique, but not unique enough to outshine the beautiful person that you are. You know some parents wait until after the child is born before they slap a name on it. They want to get to know child. They want to have a name according to how the child makes them feel. They want to try the product out first. Maybe if they don’t like the child, they will take the child back…after all; it hasn’t been named, yet. You have a couple cousins that are 30 and just got named yesterday. But, not us. We know you. Your mother feels you inside of her. I have grown accustomed to having these conversations with you through my letters. I see and hear you laughing. I see you playing with Genesis. She loves kissing mommy’s belly. Yea, we don’t have to wait. We have your name. We have your world, we have your life. We are your parents. We have your love. And you have ours.
Until next time…see you later.
But as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.
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