My daughter is a lovely child. She has big beautiful eyes and in always smiling. Today I wish she was not. I came home from work (my first day of school where everything went wrong) to find my son with a fever and my lovely daughter looking like a refugee from a truck stop.
She lost her front tooth eating a hot dog. The other one is hanging on by a thread, so is much "longer" than her other teeth. She won't just let me pull it. Anyhow, I come in the house and see her. She has on a raggedy baseball cap pulled down and a torn T-shirt. She smiles at me and I see it.....BUFORD, the gap toothed hillbilly. I can't even look at her without laughing. My beautiful little girl.
She overheard me talking to J.
"Mom, why did you call me Buford?"
"Well, honey, you look like a hillbilly."
"What's a hillbilly?"
With that I pulled out the family photo album and showed them the picture of my cousin's wedding, where they had an accordion for the musical entertainment and the port-o-potty next to the dance floor. The banjos began to play...
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