“… and then you know what, the shadow-ghost came up behind
me, and said…”. Seeing my attention stray, my son broke off hurriedly, before accusing
me, “Mamma, you are not listening to what I am saying.”
“Yes, I am listening”, I lied. “Get on with your story.”
He stamped his feet in annoyance. “It is not a story. It actually
happened.”
“Yes, of course it did. I am listening. Tell me what
happened next.”
“And then,……”
I wonder what kind of precedent I am setting by accepting
shadow-ghosts knocking over lunch-boxes as an acceptable excuse for an uneaten
school lunch?
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A drabble is a story told in exactly 100 words.
4 comments:
Ahhhh, but maybe there were shadow-ghosts.... After all, kids see stuff the rest of can't, don't they (and also tell incredible tales)!
B
Shadow ghosts? Love his imagination. It's sweet, an endearing moment, but, hmmm, think he traded his lunch, what kids do.
Well at least he is creative! Ha!
Hugs
SueAnn
Natasha - I just absolutely love his imagination and his way of thinking! What a gift he has!
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