“Awwwwwwwwwwwww! Your pink hippo is soooooooooo cute!!! “It’s so fluffy I’m gonna die!!” What’s its name?”
“It’s a girl.” My poor roommate had been stung by a bee and had been given said hippo as a get well present.
“I know it’s a girl. That’s pretty obvious – I mean, it’s pink! But what’s her name?”
“It’s a girl.” This time with a little more force.
Giselle (names changed to protect the not-so-innocent) was by now thoroughly stumped. “You mean, like, first name ‘It’s’, second name ‘A,’ and last name ‘Girl?’
“It’s a girl.”
My roommates and I laugh to this day over this conversation. Giselle and I are still not quite sure what led our dear roommate to the name of “It’s A Girl.” Maybe the fact that the name is inscribed on the animal?
Dramatic Lyric 