Class, class, class…..
After providing you all with lots of ideas to help you brainstorm for your own writing, I wanted to write, too. Here is the story I wrote this morning …
No alarms, no yelling and grunting to get them to wake up, no big yellow bus, no spilled Cheerio’s. Instead, they stay in the same clothes for a while. There’s been lots of chocolate chip pancakes. They play with me a lot. I’m getting walked A LOT. What is going on?!
I hear them talking. “Mom! Remember when Ranger walked to school? And he was standing outside the school with the principal when we got there? Almost like he was sent to the principal’s office?”
Mom answered, “Yeah that was so cute and funny.”
“Yeah, I know, that’s how I feel about school right now. I just want to go as badly as Ranger did. I would even be okay with being sent to Mrs. E’s office,” Jackson answered. His face was long, his words were drawn out, he spoke as if something was missing.
I knew I had to do something. Where’s his favorite lacrosse ball?
I found the lacrosse ball. I kicked it in between barks and looking back to see if Jackson wanted to play with me. He wasn’t following along just yet.
“You better go get that ball from Ranger,” Mom told him.
“Ranger!!!” He yelled at me, obvious hints of frustration.
I’ll keep kicking it. He’ll keep chasing me. He’s not getting this ball back until we’re at the school playground.