Aretta

Although I happened to be the loudest baby out of my sisters and I, I would have never cried for a toy.
Until I found Aretta.
Don't ask me what kind of a name that is for a stuffed cat, but I saw it in the store when I was two and literally begged my mother for it. I'd have been slapped silly but I never did it. I needed that cat. It's strange, yes, I don't even know why I wanted it. But I did.
Not the point.
Oh and yes, it's name was "Aretta", not "Loretta" though everyone tried to persuade me differently every chance they got.
"Her name's Aretta."
"Loretta?"
"No, Aretta."
"You mean Loretta."
"No, her name is Aretta."
Time and time again. You'd think people would get it after a while.
But no, of course not.
I was two, with one hell of an imagination.
I still have the thing. It's a bit...beat up, but I still have her.
Yep.
Two year olds.