Vulgarity is the conduct of other people, just as falsehoods are the truths of other people.
I reckon you’ll be joining our merry band of three, with Garcia included, pretty soon. It’ll be like 2 months or so when three will become four and honest to God I simply can’t wait for the day to come. Just so you’ll be somewhat prepared what you’ll be in for, I came up with a brief something on what you can expect when the day truly comes.
We won’t force it on you which football club you’ll die for. But please you gotta love football no matter. Anyhow we’ll ensure you’ll somehow fall in love with the game. For if you choose not to, then you’ll constantly make us out to be negligent parents on weekend live games, the weekdays European games and you’ll probably have to sleep out every four years in time for the world cup or the Euros. Fact that we are both mad and passionate about the game and our clubs, we hope you take up the sport either as a fan or better still as a player. We will not be biased against whichever club you pick. We made a promise that we will not influence you in any way whatsoever. Always remember we are always there for you and you will never walk alone. Red will be your favourite colour ANd you will love playing by the FIELD. Oh and never associate yourself with evil stuff like Devils and such.
We’ll teach you to be responsible. As we think we are. Heh. We’ll share household chores, with of course the main bulk being done by yours truly..ME. Of which I don’t mind. Don’t worry about messing up while you help in the kitchen, I’ll clean up after you. It’s ok to break our favourite vase even if it’s from some dynasty, I’ll probably fly off to China and simply get us a new one. Don’t worry about the drawings you made on the wall, I might just put empty frames around it and we’d call it art. And I will not be angry when you spray us all over while we are trying to clean the family car.. Hahah but just watch it cos we might hose you down before you know it..
You’ll go wherever we go. Well go wherever you go too, that is until you’re old enough and you find us a pest tagging along. We’ll be your best friends. Your best mates. Your bestest pals. We’ll take you almost where you want to go. The thrilling rides, the wading pool, the arcade, the family picnics by the beach. We’ll share all times together. Good or bad. Happy or sad. Heh. We’ll make a happy family, God willing. At least we’ll attempt to.
You’ll probably get to know us better when we’re acquainted with one another. For now I hope you’re content with my singings and constant monologues while you flip and turn in respond with kicks. I so so can’t wait to have you in our arms. May God fulifill my wishes and bless us with the lil bundle of joy; you.
