Happy Monday.Today was my first day at art camp… and I met an old friend. Her name is Unicorn and at first I didn’t realize it was her because she was taller, but her face didn’t change a bit. It was like her legs decided to stretch out but her face was too lazy to match a sudden growth spurt. (Translation: Unicorn still looks cute, unlike myself) She told me that her class always calls this new girl a word I made up a long long long time ago in THE BLOBFISHING THIRD GRADE for the word unicorn. WHAT? How did she, let alone the REST OF BLOBFISHING CLASS remember a word I created as a synonym for the word “unicorn”? Was I popular in the third grade? Or was it because the class was super small? Also, I can imagine the new girl being very curious about me. Or at the most kind of freaked out. Like her brainwaves declare, “WHO IS THIS MYSTERIOUS GIRL WHO CREATED THIS NAME FOR ME? IS SHE THE CALLER OF MY TRUE DESTINY? AM I, ONCE A NAMELESS NEW GIRL, ACTUALLY A ‘WUBBA’?”(Yes, “Wubba”- it sounds like a noise a teletubbie would make. I am a proud purple teletubbie.) Well, I’m just going to confirm to the new girl that, yes, you are a wubba and I am your purple messenger of greatness. You can gallop in the universe of third grade wordy words anytime!