Sunday, November 15, 2009
Just Another Day
I was sitting on the sidewalk hanging out with my friends. The hot sun was beating down on us. I knew it would be time to go soon, and that’s when I thought to myself, I'm glad I parked in the shade.
Right on schedule a voice called out, “She’s here!” That was my cue.
I leapt to my feet. “See ya tomorrow!” Then I took off on my Donald Duck Hippity Hop to greet my mom.
By the way, I’m four years old and my mom’s picking me up from daycare. The friends I was hanging out with were ants, and I played with them everyday. I knew the ins and outs of that colony – who was in charge, who liked who, the workers, and the slackers.
So anyway, I hopped my way from the back play yard – remember, I’m on my Donald Duck Hippity Hop – and through the large classroom to the front door, where my mom was waiting.
Mrs. Armstrong was talking to Mom, again, “I’m just concerned that she hasn’t made any friends. She just sits on the sidewalk watching the ants all day.”
Mom just shook her head. “What am I supposed to do?” Truth was Mom wished I didn’t have to go to that crappy daycare.
“And what’s with the Hippity Hop?” Mrs. Armstrong said in a disgusted manner, as she looked down at me sitting on said Hippity Hop, with wide eyes looking at the grownups talking.
Mom just gave me a big smile, and said, “Let’s go sweetheart.”
As I hopped out the front door – did I mention I’m on my Donald Duck Hippity Hop? – I looked back at Mrs. Armstrong, flashed her a toothy grin and waved. “See ya tomorrow!”
Note: I had my Donald Duck Hippity Hop until I was thirteen. True story.