Date Posted:17:28:51 06/14/10 Mon Author:Page Subject: Keep your hands and ponytails inside the ride at all times. >>>> In reply to:
Debi
's message, "A wee spark o' inspiration..." on 08:47:17 05/29/10 Sat
It's really too cold to be playing outside, but Nancy is babysitting today and the first thing she always does is chase us outside so she can yak on the phone and watch TV. At least she's better than Cotton. Cotton tells us scary stories about the old man who lives the next street over. I don't think Mama and Daddy like Cotton very much, either. If they knew Nancy locks us out of the house when they leave they probably wouldn't like her, too.
My red and black corduroy carcoat is too short in the sleeves, but I'm not going to say anything about it. If I do, Mama might put it in the trash barrel and burn it the way she did my favorite shoes when they started hurting my toes. I cried so hard when she did that! She said she was sorry. I don't care if they didn't fit. They were mine. Just like my carcoat. So I keep pulling the sleeves so my arms won't stick out so much.
The yard is still wet from when it snowed, so my little brother and I are taking turns pulling each other around the patio in the wagon. I have been pulling him for a long time and I think it should be my turn to ride now. But when I stop he starts whining. He always whines and that's why he didn't have to go to our big brother's wedding. Since he's only two he got to stay home and he got to have Mrs. Blaylock babysit him! When I found that out I wanted to stay home, too, but Mama made me go since I was the flower girl and she and Daddy bought me a new white dress with blue ribbons on the front. Mrs. Blaylock was better than being a flower girl. I was the only kid there, and my big brother kept telling me not to step on Lynn's wedding dress like I was a baby or something. So when we threw the rice I threw mine at him as hard as I could.
I finally get Whiny Butt out of the wagon and now it's his turn to pull me around. I like to lie down in the wagon and watch the clouds. So I do. But after a few minutes my hair starts hurting. It hurts bad, too! I yell at my brother to stop and he starts laughing. My ponytail has been hanging out of the wagon and part of my hair is all wrapped around the wheel. It hurts and my brother won't stop laughing and Nancy won't do anything about it because she's just stupid. So I start to cry. I'm going to have to live out here in this wagon forever and probably freeze to death because of my hair.
But then I hear my daddy's voice and I start to cry harder. I don't know why it makes me do that, because I know my daddy will save me. He comes over and gets on his knees next to the wagon and looks at my hair. And then he takes out his pocket knife! The only reason my hair hangs down past my butt is because Daddy doesn't want Mama to cut it, and now he has out a knife! He starts doing something and I can feel it tugging on my hair. Then he tells me to sit up, and I can! Daddy is still doing something to the wagon wheel and in a minute he holds up some of my hair. Ew! It's all black and greasy from being on the wheel. He laughs when I won't touch it. Then he picks up my little brother and takes me by the hand and we go into the warm house where Mama is waiting.
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OUCH for sure! I think I learned my lesson with the wagon. I don't remember ever getting my hair caught like that again. -- Page, 17:55:46 06/22/10 Tue
I especially love this line: "I'm going to have to live out here in this wagon forever and probably freeze to death because of my hair." Typical of the way a little kid would think.
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Thank you, Fi! That's one thought I remembered clearly from that day, and it scared me to pieces. (I also remember very clearly that I wanted to sock my little brother in the face for laughing! *G*) -- Page, 17:57:37 06/22/10 Tue
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