Kyle starts school today (finally!). He's excited, and so am I. Yes, I'll be heading to Panera, or maybe Starbucks, and doing some writing and catching up on some work for 5 Minutes for Mom.
Amanda had a fifth grade writing assignment to write a story from another person's point of view. She chose me, and wrote a satirical portrayal of the first day of school.
See why I'm so proud of her?
"Bye, honey. Have a nice day," I called as Amanda climbed onto the stinky yellow bus. She grinned at me then stuck out her tongue as a boy tried to take her pencil box. She's sooo sweet. Boy will miss her. Oh! I will miss her. Ahhhh! I think I'm going to cry! "Kyylle! I need you! You're my favorite, and you're so cute!"
"Mommy, I want milk!"
"I just miss Amanda sooo much, but I"m glad you're here."
"Mooommmy! Milk please!"
"Oh, she seemed so unhappy on the bus, and nervous too. Oh do you think. . . "
"Mommy Milk!!!" Kyle said, scrunching up his forehead. I went over to the fridge and got him what he wanted, 'cause after all, he was my favorite.
"Hmmm. Maybe I can call her on her phone. Let's see. What's her number. 426 - ????" A faint brring sounded from upstairs. I followed the sound to Amanda's room. What's that smell? Eww! Is that a banana? How old is that? "Not again," I said in an undertone. Then I found Amanda's phone. Oh yeah. I forgot I don't let her bring her phone to school. Why'd she have to listen to me? Oh well. I'm gonna go take a nap.
Yawn. Oh, what? Where's Amanda? She's. . . gone? GONE! She's really gone! "Party!!!!" I yelled at the top of my lungs. Hmm. Kyle. Gotta get rid of him. Let's see. . . Preschool! I forgot! I gotta get him there. "Oh Kyyyle."
Ahhhh. He's gone. I have to call everyone and--
"Mo-om, I'm hooome!"
Oh no. She's back.