My daughter is blonde.
My daughter is blonde.
…My daughter is BLONDE?
"What the hell?" I spit, turning furiously to my wife. "Who the hell have you been sleeping with?"
She's confused. "What?"
"Look at her! She's blonde! I'm not blonde! You're not blonde! So who could she have got it from?"
"What on Earth are you –"
"Was it that guard? The one who always stands outside the bathroom?"
"I'm sure I don't know what you mean," the Queen says coolly. "Maybe you should explain it in a little more detail."
"The only explanation I can come up with is that you cheated on me with a blonde!"
We glare at each other. Then she shakes her head and asks me, "Were you properly educated as a child?"
"What kind of question is that?"
She sighs. "You do know my mother was blonde, right?"
"And?"
"And that gives me a recessive blonde gene, and that means our daughter would have a small chance of being blonde. Surely you knew this?"
Oh. Well, then. This is awkward.
"A night on the couch?"
"Three."
"That's what I thought."
A/N: BAHAHAHA! A parody that popped into my head while I was watching Tangled for the first time... I really, really hope I haven't just scarred some kid for life. XD
Review, please? Just an "lol" will suffice.
~whispered touches
Disclaimer: Don't own it.
