My daughter’s Girl Scout troop spent the better part of a weekend selling (addictive) cookies outside the Wal-Mart store. It was very cute, as the girls had made up a jingle about the cookies to the tune of Mary Had a Little Lamb. “Girl Scout cookies are the best” and so on with all the names of the cookies as part of the song. They were attracting quite a bit of attention.
Then my daugher stepped up, braids flipping, pink, fur trimmed coat puffed out, and did a total rap about the cookies. She was rhymin’ with arms flapping and hand signs flying, calling out the cookie names and flagging down customers.
“You’re not from around here, are you?” said one of my fellow G.S. moms.
“That’s right. We’re from St. Louis. Home of Nelly.” I never expected to identify my hometown that way.
Maybe my daughter, (street name Vanilla J.) will be the first white girl rapper in C’ville.
