She wants to be TeenTuna.
I, of course, am not thrilled with this course of events. Which course? All of them. Her birthday. Her birth-TEENTH-day. Her shunning my Tiny moniker as if I'd been calling her HitlerTuna all these years. And maybe worst of all, the fact that she is WAY too smart for her own good, and decided to enlist the one advocate that just might be my achilles heel.
She went to Scout. And told him her sob story.
And he agreed with her.
Luckily for me, I am both a black-hearted soprano and a mother which pretty much makes me VOLCANO in most discussions. However, make it look like I'm appeasing both TinyTuna and the TraitorScout, I told them I would put up a poll on my blog and we could give all y'all a say in the matter. I also told TinyTuna that she would need to write a persuasive argument and I would post it here. However, her calendar looks like death for the next week, so while she is busy rehearsing and Transmigrating with the Detroit Symphony Orchestra, please imagine lots begging and pleading, accompanied by wild arm motions with the words "SO TOTALLY" thrown in dramatically for extra redundant dramatical goodness.
The poll only offers a few choices
- TinyTuna - it was good enough before...
- TeenyTuna - My offer of compromise which was SO TOTALLY turned down.
- TeenTuna - Her choice.
- Fred - No explanation necessary.
but if you have other ideas, leave it in the comments, and who knows, maybe y'all might convince me that a change is so totally in order.