quaint (rant)

when i grow up i want to have a cat.
and a dog.
and maybe a bunny.

i want to have a quaint little house,
and maybe a quaint little husband.
and then we will need a quaint big house,
for quaint me and my quaint husband
and the four-to-six quaint quaintly well-behaved children.

maybe i'll be a missionary.
maybe i'll be the missionary English teacher to little orphans in South Africa
or Thailand or Cambodia or India or Romania or Peru.

and then my four-to-six quaint well-behaved children will learn
Swahili and Thai and French and Hindi and Moldovan and Spanish.

how quaint we would be!

we would come home to visit Grandma with her wide hugs and her chocolate chip pancakes(although we would have no home; we would be strangers, always and only strangers)
and people would say, my, how well-behaved they are! how quaint!
and we would rattle off idioms in Swahili and Thai and French and Hindi and Moldovan and Spanish like smug-faced little simultaneous interpereters and people would say,
how quaint!

quaint us with our languages, with our cats and dogs and maybe a
bunny. quaint us with our four-to-six well-behaved children.

quaint me with my maybe-fashion-magazine-internships and my
maybe-record-contracts and my maybe-international-business-classes and my
maybe-third-world-discipleship.

me. yes, me.

how quaint.