Topper had clearly got his eye upon one of Scrooge's niece's sisters, for he answered that a bachelor was a wretched outcast, who had no right to express an opinion on the subject. Whereat Scrooge's niece's sister--the plump one with the lace tucker; not the one with the roses--blushed.
Topper is Scrooge's nephew Fred's best friend. He also seems to be pretty horny, since he spends most of the party at Fred's house chasing after the young woman above. It's a charming little detail in the book, and certainly Topper seems harmless enough. He just wants to grab himself some Christmas cheer, put a little nog in his egg, if you get my meaning.
Which brings me to my subject for this morning: boys. Particularly, horny boys. My daughter's best friend is a boy. Notice that I didn't say, "my daughter's boyfriend." My daughter has been hanging with this boy since she's been seven or eight years old. They're the same age and get along well, when they're not annoying the shit out of each other, which they frequently do. Just this past weekend, they unfriended themselves on Facebook on Saturday, and then friended themselves again on Sunday.
I'm not naive. I know my daughter is reaching the age where boys start coming into the picture. (She's eleven years old.) One of my friends (who is of the opposite gender) said to me yesterday, "Oh, yeah. They're going to end up dating," speaking of my daughter and her best friend.
My initial reaction to her statement was, "Over my dead body." Even though I really like this kid, and have for several years, I just can't make that leap in my mind from best friend who is a boy to boyfriend. Of course, I'm still in the mindset that my daughter is going to be too focused on dancing or music or collecting comic books or anything else besides hanging out with someone who has a penis.
It didn't help that my daughter sent me a picture she took of herself yesterday:
Saint Marty is in big trouble.
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