Inside the theater, Patty and Rob watched the screen, as the wacky hi-jinks of a young street smart girl is weaned into high society as the princess of a small sovereign nation. The film stunk to high heaven.
But it did get Patty thinking. She had hoped when she was pregnant to have a girl. Not that she didn't love her beautiful boy any less than a mother could - but still, there was this unanswered question in the back of her mind. What would it have been like to have a daughter?
And to her side, Mike's Dad was having similar thoughts. Why was he saddled with this lazy, shiftless good-for-nothing lump of a son? Now there was a real kid on screen. A lively, energetic, happy kid who was smiling and laughing. Not like that mumbling hip-hop loser that lived in his house. What he wouldn't give for a spunky girl like that one in the movie. That would be a kick in the pants now, wouldn't it? God knows she would smell better than what's-his-name. 'M' something. Mike.