Emily's Morning (Blogophilia 48.11)

Emily rubbed her eyes as she went into the bathroom. It was to get ready for school and her face was caked with remains of breakfast. Krave crumbs against red curls was good makeup at least she thought so. Mommy didn’t and said to wash her face and hurry up about it. She wasn’t going to have the other kids think she was some orphan off the street. Just as the water got hot enough, Mommy yelled from the kitchen
“Emmy! Hurry up. It’s time to go.”
She splashed the water along her chin and followed up with a washcloth. Looking carefully in the mirror, it looked like she’d gotten it all. The drops of suds beaded up on the side of the sink. She’ll get yelled at when she got home, but there wasn’t time. Being late was worse than a mess. She tore out the door and toward the kitchen door.
Rushing out, the Peppa Pig lunchbox was waiting on the counter. Grabbing it, she piled out the door. The backseat door was open and waiting. Mommy had a silly grin on her face as she buckled her in. Mommy and Daddy had must have gotten really mushy last night, she thought. They had been giggling when she went to bed. But something was different. Mommy was singing and dancing in her seat.
“Hey, Baby, Baby...”
Emmy loved to sing, so she joined in. Only, it was more of a scream.
“Hey. Baby, Baby...”
Mommy laughed and turned her head around to look at her.
“You know why I’m singing, that Emmy? You’re getting a little brother or sister.”
What little sleep was left in the blue eyes vanished.
“Really?”
She’d always wanted a little sister. But not a brother. Molly had one of those and he was yucky and gross. But a sister would be fun, somebody to play dolls and dress up with. One time, Mommy, Daddy and her were on the sofa watching some old movie. Bored, she asked Mommy why she didn’t have any brothers or sisters. It was like a switch was turned on. In a High Noon voice, she said it was the way it was. Emily never asked again.
They pulled out, Mommy smiling and Emily staring out the window in wonder. A baby would be a change, and maybe not a good one. Another of her friends, Katie, had a new sister, Chloe. Going there was so much different that before. It seemed like every five minutes she would cry and Mrs. Ballard would have to pick her up and do something. They watched her get changed a couple of times. Yuck. When Emily came home and told Mommy, she kind of laughed and babies always cry and poop. They don’t know how to talk yet and that’s how they tell you they need something.
“So, what do you want? A brother or a sister?”
The question woke her out of her dream.
“Can we choose?”
“No, sweetie. Whatever we get is what we get.”
The little gears in ran in the curly head. This would be a change either way. The only way it would make sense is to join in and dance with it, like Mommy.
“Well, I would like a sister. But if we end up with a brother, it would give Daddy somebody to play with.”
Mommy’s laugh rattled the windows in the car.
“I love you, Emily.” She wiped a tear from the edge of her eye. “Don’t you ever change.”
Settling down, she pulled into the carpool lane. Miss Orland, her blue and pink hair peaking out from a knit cap, was the aide on duty. With a big hello, she opened the door. As Emily got out, Mommy got out and came around to the sidewalk and gave her the biggest hug. Her brown eyes twinkled in glee.
“Have a great day, Honey. It’s going to be fun.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Topic- Michael Todd
Pic- Jay Sole
Pic guesses: African Centaur, On the savannah, Gorillaz, Different. Silverback, Funny trunk, guarding the herd.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

In Honor of Al Jaffee

The image below is probably the most politically incorrect graphic the great comic artist Al Jaffee ever produced. Originally published in a special issue of MAD magazine in 1971, it brought protests for its seeming disrespectful tone. It even launched a brief FBI investigation into possible political subversion.  So, why am I bringing it up? 2 reasons. First, Mr. Jaffee just celebrated his 95th birthday. Second, In all of the turmoil of the Election, it is important that the pledge be for all people. Not just the moneyed elite. More importantly, to weed out infection the poisons of bigotry by all people need to be aired. Burying thoughts and ideas through euphemisms and language discussion allow the opinions to fester. The quote "Just because you silence a man does not mean you convert him" very much applies. Donald Trump has made efforts to silence his critics. His critics have made a double effort to silence. him. And nothing gets done.
Read more

The Date (Blogophilia 13.5)

So, here she was at Manuel’s, her usual fifteen minutes early.   A quick glance to make sure the lipstick line was still straight.   Satisfied, the compact disappeared into the leather purse.   Kari hadn’t been this nervous meeting anyone in quite a long time.   But then, it had been at least 20 years since she had been on a blind date.   What will he look like?   All Mary told her was he was a bachelor with a paying job and no kids.    Nothing about how old, or whether he was a slob or a crackhead.   Not even the guy’s name.   Only that she thought Kari would enjoy his company.     Just be at there at 5:30. Sipping on her gimlet, it seemed like she had never left.   The Musak was mostly Sinatra and the political types still hung to their tables like they were still in high school.   Tony, the manager, gave her a peck when he saw her and said she could come back to work any time.   No.   She’d had enough of slinging swill and dealing with the obnoxious, of stepping over the hoo
Read more