Spotted Chuck Bass

It was like one of those silly moments.  Kez and I uttered those words that probably had our Father give in with a laugh.  Even the angels probably aww-ed with wonder at our childlike – or childish – excitement. 

The first one was close.  We let out a girly, giddy shrill as our eyes got a hold of the pink Blues Clues stuffed animal hoisted by the mechanical hand.  But our fancy was rather momentary.  It succumbed to gravity before we could rejoice. It was close - so close in fact, that the prize was just a few millimeters away from getting into our hands. We heaved out a big sigh.  And God must have seen our letdown but fighting, hopeful spirit.  He couldn’t let us down this time – not when we put so much of our hopes into His hands.

We didn’t waste time to ponder a second try.  With double effort and extra-needed faith, we mouthed our prayers – this time adding “In His name” and “By His blood” to the conclusion.  I guess God must have blushed with jest at the very scene unfolding before Him.  Around us I noticed two or three teenagers watching and Timezone’s security guard trying to hold in a guffaw as he watched the outcome unravel.

A few maneuvering moves of the stick later, we settled for what we deemed a good spot and let out one last murmured plea.  Then Kez pushed the button.  We watched in much anticipation as the mechanical hand grabbed perfect hold of the pink fluff and moved it to the perfect landing spot…and dropped it, almost unbelievably.

We shrieked.

Our eyes couldn’t believe it.  What was the probability?

We really weren’t able to get over the astonishment fast but I came back to my senses quick enough to notice the guard grin sheepishly and a few bystanders almost fascinated not by the “miraculous” event but by the reactions painted all over our faces. 

Good thing we didn’t look our age. J

Honestly, we went through some heavy chow time thinking over the name we would give the pink stuff. 

Destiny? Summer?

How can you say it’s a she?

It’s colored pink.

But it looks more like a he to me. The color shouldn’t be a bias factor, ya know.

You’ve a point.

Plus, he’s got that scarf – which makes him look gay, actually. Ha, ha.

Conrad?

How about Caleb?

Ummm, no.

Well I guess it doesn’t sound right for a stuffed toy. Hmmm. Let’s think of something relevant that happened today and relate the name. How about relate it to Alice’s?

The Madhatter, of course! Maddy! We can call him Maddy.

Cute but how about Johnny? Like Johnny Depp?

Not quite.

I know! He has a scarf. How about Chuck? Like Chuck Bass always wore his signature scarf.

Oh, right! Perfect! And he’s spotted.

Perfect. So it’s settled then.

“Spotted: Chuck Bass,” we chorused, mimicking Gossip Girl’s infamous voice-over.

And so that, my dear friends, was how it all came about.

But you are afforded the right to call the little fluff Chuckie, if you’re chummy enough with him.

Don’t get us wrong though.  We really just had the time of our lives – reliving childhood and making God laugh, probably.  Not that we’re all pathetic and all. Just living ridiculously young. Really. ;)