Monday, October 29, 2012


Once upon a time, there was a Mom and a Big Sister and a Little Sister. They all lived in a house in a nice neighborhood with a good school. One fine sunny day, they decided to have lunch out on their back patio.They were sitting pleasantly eating their lunch when the phone rang.

Mom went into the house to answer it. It was Grandma. Big Sister and Little Sister came into the house to talk to her too. Grandma was quite a talker. Once she got going, it was hard to get her to stop talking so they were gone for quite a while.

When they finally came out, Mom said "Someone has been eating my lunch." She held up her chicken sandwich which had a big bite out of it."

Big sister said, "Someone has been eating my lunch." She held up her ham sandwich which was half eaten.

"Someone has been eating my lunch." said little sister, "and, now it is all gone!" She held up the empty plate where her tuna fish sandwich had been.

They went back into the house and went into the den. "Someone has been sitting in my seat." said Mom. She picked up the cushions from her chair off the floor where they had fallen and put them back on her chair.

"Someone has been sitting in my chair." said Big Sister. She brushed away some fur that had been left on her chair.

"Someone has been sitting in my chair and they knocked it over." said Little sister. She picked up her chair off the floor.

They went upstairs to the bedrooms. First they went into Mom's room. "Someone has been lying in my bed." said Mom. She fixed her rumpled covers.

They went into the girls' room. "Someone has been lying in my my bed." said Big Sister. She straightened up the toys that she kept on her bed.

"Someone has been sleeping in my bed, and there she is!" said Little sister pointing to her bed. There was their golden furry cat, Giglocks,  purring soundly in the middle of Little Sister's bed. They all laughed. The noise startled Gigilocks. She woke up and opened her eyes and scrambled out of the room. They all laughed even harder.

"Come on." said Mom to the two girls when they finally stopped laughing. "I'll make you some more lunch." They went back downstairs.

Friday, October 26, 2012

Patricia's Pretty Pink Party Dress

Patricia Underwood was going to be 7 years old in a week. She was having a princess party. She couldn't wait to put up her special party decorations. She couldn't wait to taste her delicious chocolatey cake with the creamy pink frosting. Most of all, she couldn't wait to wear her brand-new pretty pink party dress.

Every day, she would go to her closet and stare at her dress. "Can I just try it on for a minute, mommy?" she begged.

Her mother smiled at her eagerness. "Patience my darling." she said. "Your birthday will be here soon enough." Patricia frowned disappointedly. She didn't think so.

A few days before her birthday, Patricia stood in front of her closet again staring at her dress. She was going to ask Mommy again if she could try on her beautiful party dress. She opened her mouth to call out to her mother, but then quickly closed it again. What could it hurt if she just tried the dress on for a minute she thought. Mommy wouldn't have to know. She quickly looked out out of her bedroom door. Nobody was around. She locked the door. She gently lifted the dress out of the closet and slipped it off the hanger. She put it on. It felt so satiny and smooth next to her skin. Now, she really felt like a  beautiful princess. She wanted to see if she looked as pretty as she felt.

Patricia tiptoed to her door. She put her ear to it and listened. She heard the sound of Mommy's voice loudly talking to Grandma on the phone downstairs. She quickly opened her bedroom door and scurried into Mom's room across the hall. She went over to the full length mirror on Mommy's closet door and gazed in. "Oh!" she said happily staring at her reflection. Finally, she pulled herself away from the mirror. She realized she better hurry and put her dress away before Mommy got off the phone.

As Patricia hurried out of the room, she accidentally knocked into Mommy's make-up table.Several bottles of perfume fell off the table and spilled all over her dress. It smelled awful. It smelled like a perfume factory.  "Oh no!" she cried bursting into tears. "My dress is ruined." She went back to her room, and quickly peeled off her dress and threw it on the bottom of her closet. Then, she lay down on her bed just as she heard Mommy coming up the stairs.

"Grandma is going to pick up the cake on her way to your party." said Mommy. Patricia nodded, but she didn't smile. Mommy knew it wasn't like her to not be more excited about something having to do with her upcoming birthday party. "What's the matter?" she asked sitting down on the bed beside Patricia.

"Nothing." said Patricia quietly, but she didn't smile.

Mommy looked around the room. She spied a flash of pink under the closet door. She went to the closet and opened the door. She saw Patricia's party dress lying in a crumbled heap on the floor. She  pulled it out of the closet. She looked at Patricia and frowned. Then, suddenly, she smelled a terrible odor. She sniffed and realized it was coming from the  dress. She looked at Patricia. "What happened?" she asked.

Patricia didn't say anything. She just started to cry.

"It's okay." said Mommy trying to remain calm. "Just tell me."

"I'm sorry Mommy." said Patricia through her tears. "I know you told me not to try-on my dress before my party, but it was just so beautiful. I just couldn't help myself. Now it's ruined, and I have no party dress! I might as well not have a party at all!" She buried her head in her pillow and started crying even louder.

Mommy sat down beside her and gently lifted her face off her pillow. "Don't worry, baby." she said sweetly. "I can wash it  and the smell should come out, but it could have been much worse. Maybe, next time you'll listen. Sometimes, mommies know what they're talking about. They don't just say things to be mean."

Patricia nodded and smiled. "I love you, mommy." she said.

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Amy Knows All

Amy O'Brien was five years old, and she knew everything. At least she thought she did. Whenever anybody asked a question Amy had the answer even if it was the wrong answer. "Why does it rain?" asked her little sister Alecia.

"Because people in heaven are crying." replied Amy.

"Why is Mickey Mouse's dog named Pluto? asked her best friend, Cara when they were sitting on the couch one day watching The Mickey Mouse Club together.

"Because he's from another planet." replied Amy.

Sometimes, Amy had the answers even if people didn't even ask the questions. "Baby horses are called horsies." she explained to her little sister at the zoo one day.

"George Washington was the first president of America and Abraham Lincoln was the second." she told her friend Cara.

Before anybody could ever open their mouth and say anything, Amy always had the answer. "Amy," suggested her mother, "Maybe, other people know things too."

Amy would smile and say. "Sure they do, but not as much as me."

"Amy," said her father. "Did you ever think that maybe there are some subjects that other people know more about than you?"

Amy shook her head no. Really, the thought had never crossed her mind.

One day, Amy's mother told her that the show School House Rock was going to be performed. Amy really wanted to go see it. Her mother had given her a School House Rock DVD, and she really loved watching it. "Can we go see it, mommy?" she asked eagerly. Mommy nodded. Amy jumped up and down excitedly.

Soon the day of the play arrived. Mommy and Amy got in the car. Alecia was staying with Daddy. She was not a big girl like Amy.

After a few minutes, Amy looked out the window and frowned. "Mommy, you're going the wrong way." she said worriedly.

"No, I'm not, sweetie." her mother gently assured her.

That did not make Amy feel one bit better. "Of course, you're going the wrong way, Mommy." Amy insisted. "The school is the other way."

Mommy tried to explain to Amy that the show was not at the school, it was at the community theater. Amy didn't want to hear it. "It's at the school, Mommy. It's School House Rock. It isn't commununity theater rock."

When Amy's mother tried to explain it to her again, Amy begin to cry. "Please Mommy. Please turn the car around." She kept crying and carrying on until her mother couldn't stand it any more, and she turned the car around.

Amy wiped her eyes. "Thank you, Mommy. Thank you." she said gratefully. She leaned forward eagerly in her seat. She couldn't wait to see the show.

The school parking lot was empty. Amy couldn't understand why. Mommy was going to drive right by the school, but Amy insisted they stop and look around. They went around the whole school twice, but there was nobody there.

"I don't understand it." said Amy disappointedly.

"I've been trying to explain to you, " said her mother. "The show is at the community theater. Just because it's called School House Rock doesn't mean it's going on at the school."

"Oh." said Amy quietly. "I guess I don't know everything after all."

Mommy smiled and kissed her. "I guess you don't." she agreed. "But, don't worry. Nobody knows everything." she added.

"Yes." agreed Amy, "but I know most things."

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Belinda Wears Black

Today's Story is by Melia!

Belinda Blake loved black. Everything had to be black. "Belinda, sweetie, it's time for your first day of first grade." called Mommy. 

Belinda was ecstatic. She came bouncing down the stairs in 20 seconds. "Well someone's happy." Daddy called as he bounded in through the kitchen door.

He kissed Belinda on the cheek. Belinda's older brother Ty, and her older sister Marissa came in from the dining room each holding a banana and a poptart. "Hey,Hey,Hey." Marissa cheerily exclaimed.

 Ty just gave a small wave. Belinda was wearing a black dress with a black bow tied around the middle, she wore shiny, bright, black wedges,  and in her wavy brown hair was a black headband with a big black flower on it. "Let's go." urged Belinda.

She pulled Mommy out the door. When they got there, Marissa skipped in and Mommy and Daddy each blew her a kiss. "Hi, I'm Mrs. Hoogledoggen, you must be Belinda." the teacher greeted.

Belinda found her seat and sat down. "Hi, I'm Belinda." Belinda explained to the girls at the table.

The girls stared at her like she had two heads. They were both wearing bright colored dresses. One's name was Emmy. The other was named Jess. Jess was wearing a baby blue dress. Emmy was wearing a hot pink dress. In fact, when Belinda looked around everyone was wearing bright colors except Belinda.  Belinda was embaressed. The next day Belinda borrowed Marissa's clothes without asking. She came down the stairs wearing a bright blue dress, with pink shoes, and a bright purple headband. "Belinda why are you wearing my clothes?" Marissa asked. "They aren't even black.

"Everybody else wore bright colors." Belinda cried.

"But everybody else isn't you. You are Belinda Blake, and Belinda wears black. Besides you are the only Belinda, so don't try to be someone you aren't. Just be you." Marissa soothed.

"Thanks, Marissa." Belinda replied.

The girls hugged. "Now go get dressed or you'll be late for school." Marissa exclaimed..

Belinda changed her clothes into a black top with black pants. At school Belinda played with Emmy and Jess. It turned out they were staring at her because they admired how she wore completely black even though no one else did.

Belinda learned to always be herself, and it doesn't matter what other people think about you, what matters is what you think.

Friday, October 5, 2012

Very Good Valerie

Willa Quinlan was five years old. Her older sister, Valerie was seven. Valerie was a very good girl. Willa was a very bad girl. or at least she thought she was. Nobody ever told Willa she was a bad girl. She just knew. All, she ever heard was "Valerie, what a good girl you are" or "Valerie, what a polite girl you are." or "Valerie, what a nice girl you are." Nobody ever said these things to Willa.

Willa was a tomboy. She liked to play in the dirt and climb trees and run around. She couldn't sit still for more than a minute or two. Valerie liked to sit quietly and play with her dolls. She hated dirt and trees. She could sit still for hours.

Willa loved Valerie, but she was also jealous of her big sister. Just once, she wanted to hear someone say "Willa, what a good girl you are." She decided if she needed to be more like her sister to have people treat her like her sister than that's what she would do. She went to her closet and put on a pretty dress. Then, she went down to the kitchen where Mommy was making breakfast.

Mommy was frying eggs. She looked up when she saw Willa and smiled. "Why, Willa" she said teasingly. "I have never seen you wear a dress before without my having to make you wear one."

Willa frowned at mommy and rolled her eyes. "Mommy," she said in her most grown up voice. "I'm five years old now. I'm a lady."

Mommy gave Willa a puzzled look. "Okay, she said. "but, I thought you would want to play in the mud puddles from last night's rain. You can't do that in a dress."

Willa went to the window and looked out. She looked longingly at the mud puddles. Then, she quickly turned away from the window. "I'm too old for that stuff." she said, but she didn't sound happy about it.

"Are you sure?" asked Mommy.

Willa nodded. "When is breakfast? I'm starving." she said quickly changing the subject.

After breakfast, Valerie sat and played with her dolls in the den.  Willa sat and played with her dolls too. She didn't really like dolls that much and she didn't have as many as Valerie. Valerie happily played with her dolls without losing interest. Willa quickly got bored. She started throwing her dolls around.

The noise of the dolls hitting the wooden floor brought Mommy hurrying to see what was going on."Willa!" she said angrily. "We don't throw our dolls on the floor."

 Willa reluctantly stopped. She went over to the window and sat down and looked out. Those mud puddles sure looked fun.  Maybe, if she just went out and looked at them close up, it would be okay. She looked around to see if Mommy was still there. She wasn't. Valerie was still busy playing with her dolls in the corner. She wasn't paying attention to Willa. Willa quietly tiptoed out of the house.

Willa quietly stood by a big mud puddle. She thought about all the beautiful mud pies she could make from such a nice mud puddle. She better not think about that. She better go do something  less messy like Valerie would do if she wanted to be like Valerie. She quickly turned to go back in the house, but she turned a little bit too quickly and lost her balance. Splat! She fell right into the mud puddle.

At just that moment, Mommy looked out of the window. She saw the mudcovered Willa and came running out of the house. "Willa!" she exclaimed angrily. "Why did you put on a nice dress if you wanted to play in the mud?"

Willa instantly started crying. Her tears mixed with the mud on her face making her  an even bigger mess than she already was. "I didn't want to play in the mud, Mommy." she explained through her tears. "I just wanted to look at it. I don't want to do those things anymore. I want to be a good girl like Valerie."

Mommy took Willa in her arms and hugged her tightly not even caring that the mud that was all over Willa started getting all over Mommy too. "Oh, Willa." she said. "Sometimes, you get into trouble, but nobody ever said you weren't a good girl."'

"But everybody always says what a good girl Valerie is."

"That doesn't mean your not a good girl." said Mommy.

"But, Valerie is always a good girl."

"Nobody is always a good girl. Remember when Valerie tried to make doll clothes out of the flowered blanket?"

"She made a big hole in it." Willa remembered. She smiled at the memory, but then she immediately frowned.  "But,it would probably be better if I was more like Valerie. More good."

Now, it was Mommy's turn to frown. "You're a good girl, Willa Quinlan, and I don't want you to be like anyway but you." She gave Willa a big hug not even caring that by now, she was looking almost as muddy as Willa. Willa smiled and happily hugged her mother back.

"Why we don't we go in the house and get cleaned up?" suggested Mommy. "You can put on some clothes that are better for playing in mud puddles."

"I'd like that." said Willa cheerfully following her mother into the house.