A.N. This one isn't funny. Not all of these drabbles will be.
"Mommy one day I'll be beautiful, right?"
"You already are," Leanne Dhal smiled down at her beautiful blonde angel.
"And one day I'll be rich, right mommy?" The baby girl continued precociously, bouncing with excitement her pigtails bouncing in time with her small plump body.
Leanne chuckled throatily. "Indeed you will, you'll be a star baby!"
"And one day, I'll be tall, right mommy?" There was a fraught silence. Baby Doll had been diagnosed early in her toddler years. At around seven or eight she would stop growing. She would be frozen in time, like a doll.
Leanne looked at her child steadily, willing herself not to cry. "No time for this now," she responded in a slipped tone, "time to go meet your agent, are you excited?"
Marion was not, however, easily distracted. "I will be tall won't I mommy?" she pushed, "and I'll look like you right?"
"Right, mommy? Answer mommy. I'll be tall and beautiful? Right...right?"
