Yesterday started early for Mom. It was muffins for moms day at the Little One's school. It started off at 7:30 AM. Usually I am up before then but I have the opportunity to have my morning java. Yesterday I was off touring the Little One's classroom with only one cup of coffee.
The Little One showed me the community the class built out of construction paper and milk cartons. Then she read me a story she wrote about Thanksgiving: Mom took the turkey out of the oven to find it was still frozen. We had company coming and no food. Mom decides to cook a chicken. Then finds out some of the guests are allergic to chicken and the others were upset about not having turkey. We go out and buy a pinata and candy. Thanksgiving dinner we ate candy.
Mom laughed (see the Little One knows mom doesn't cook), but I told her we're not eating candy for Thanksgiving dinner.
Then when the Little One came home, her pirate fish tank arrived in the mail. She and mom spent the afternoon cleaning and assembling the tank. It is all ready for a new fish community to move in. While we were working on the tank big sister came home with a friend. This actually gave Mom a break. The three girls played together and then watched a movie together. Then Go-Go and her friend cooked dinner last night.
After dinner the girls wanted to dance. Mom finally gave in, but I had to come in several times to stop rough housing. Then I hear a high pitched scream. I walk down the hall to find the Little One sitting on the bathroom floor, her sister holding a towel to her head. The towel was turning RED!. Apparently the Little One was in the bathroom. Go-Go and her friend wanted in. They forced the door open not knowing the Little One was right behind it. The doorknob hit her head and gave her quite a cut.
Mom calls for Dad and we sit for about 10 minutes holding pressure to the Little One's head until the bleeding stops. I was getting nervous, seeing all the blood. But Dad remained calm. When the bleeding stopped, we see a small cut the shape and size of the lock on the doorknob.
Today the Little One is sitting on the couch watching TV. Yesterday's events slowly turning into a distant memory. Except for the fish, she keeps asking when we will be going out to buy her new pets.
Veronica Hosking
Poetry Editor
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