I'm a star!
My showbusiness debut!
If anybody out there is a children's rights lawyer, please contact me immediately. A few months ago, my Mommy and Daddy took me to have my photo taken. They're always whipping out their damn camera and making faces at me to get me to smile, so I didn't think anything of it at the time, even when they made me wear a goofy looking hat indoors. But then this morning, Julie Nanasi was leafing through the new Sears Spring/Summer catalogue and she recognized a familiar face on page 538. Can you say exploitation? I mean, did I ever see any of the mounds of money they must have received to pimp me out to the world of showbusiness? Next thing you know, they'll have me hanging out at Neverland with Michael Jackson while they ride the rides and play with Bubbles the Chimpanzee. And I'm not quite sure what it means, but I could swear I heard them talking about sending me off to work for Nike when I turn 5.
Hellllppppppppppppp!!!!!!!!
P.S. My cold's all gone.