Thursday, January 17, 2013

Wendy Asks Why

Wendy Wilkins was six years old. She was very curious and she wanted to know everything. She was always asking why. Why this and why that. Why is the sky blue? Why is the grass green? Why? Why? Why?

One day Wendy and her mother were in the car. They were on their way to Grandma's house. The ride was long and boring. Wendy looked out the window. The sky was gray and dark.  Big noisy raindrops banged against the window. "Why does it rain?" Wendy asked her mother as she stared out of the car window at the pouring rain.

"Rain helps the flowers and plants grow." explained Mommy.

Wendy shook her head  as if her mother ought to know that wasn't really the answer. "No, mommy, she said knowingly, "It rains because the fairies are crying. " Wendy informed her mother.

Mommy smiled to herself. She knew better than to argue with Wendy. Wendy was stubborn as a grass stain on a pair of white pants. Once she got an idea in her head, there was no getting it out.

Another day, Wendy and her father were at the park. Afters a few hours of running around, sliding on slides,  and swinging on swings, Wendy was tired and needed a rest. She lay down on the grass beside her father and looked up at the sky. A flock of noisy birds flew across. "Why can't I fly?" she asked her father as she watched the birds fly effortlessly across the sky.

"Because we don't have wings." her father replied. He started to explain to her exactly how the birds were able to fly and people weren't.

Wendy stopped listening before he even finished. "It's because if we could fly, the bird's would be jealous." she cut in. "People can do so many things that birds can't. Flying is birds special thing. If they didn't have that they would be sad because they would have nothing to make them special."

Her father didn't even bother trying to point out that no matter what every living creature is special in its own way. He knew that it was no use wasting his breathe. Wendy wouldn't listen. She had decided that birds needed to be able to fly and humans needed not to be able to fly for birds to feel special and nothing he said would make her change her mind about it.

"At night when Mommy put her to bed, Wendy stared out the window at the dark sky. "Why does it get dark at night?" she asked as she crawled into bed and pulled the covers up to her chin.

"Because the earth revolves around the sun ..." Mommy started to explain, but Wendy wasn't really listening.

"It gets dark at night because the sun gets tired." Wendy told her.

Life went on. Wendy remained curious about everything. She continued to ask questions. Why? Why? Why? Why this, why that, why the other thing. She wanted to know everything and yet she never accepted any of the answers anybody gave her about anything. After all, she already knew all the right answers.

Finally, one day Wendy lost her first tooth. She put it under her pillow for the tooth fairy to come and take. She was explaining that the reason that people lost teeth was because the tooth fairy needed teeth to make jewelry with and not to make room for bigger teeth that were going to grow in  as her father had suggested.

Her father looked at her and smiled.This time it was his turn to ask Wendy a question. It was his turn to be curious.  "Why do you ask questions if you already have all the answers?" he asked. He didn't ask it in a mean way though. He kept smiling at Wendy.

She smiled brightly back at him. "Oh Daddy." she said throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him. "I ask questions because I want to make sure other people know things too . Like I do."

"Oh, so you do it out of kindness?" asked Daddy.

Wendy nodded her head up and down. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she said excitedly. She was so happy that Daddy understood how nice and thoughtful and helpful she was being to other people teaching them things. "I wouldn't want other people to be confused about things Daddy." she said.

"No. We wouldn't want that." agreed Daddy as he smiled again and kissed her.

Saturday, January 5, 2013

Too Much Macaroni

 Xyla Mayberry loved macaroni. It was her favorite. She could eat it all the time or so she thought.

One sunny Saturday, Xyla's family had a big party. All Xyla's aunts, uncles and cousin's came. Her grandparents came too. Her mother made several big huge pots of macaroni to feed everybody. She made more than enough food to feed one family. She made enough food to feed a whole army. Xyla was happy. She would be able to eat a little more macaroni the next day.

The next morning, Xyla woke up. There was a delicious smell coming from the kitchen. She came downstairs and sat down at the kitchen table. "Yum!" she said soaking in the wonderful smell. ""What is for breakfast?" she asked eagerly.

"Bacon and macaroni frittata." replied her mother.

Xyla had never had of that before. It was good though and she ate her whole plate full.

At lunch time,they had macaroni soup. Xyla ate all her food, but not as eagerly as before. She was beginning to get her fill of macaroni.

At dinner time, Mommy served macaroni casserole. Xyla sighed unhappily. She was getting tired of macaroni. She barely ate but just picked at her food.

The next morning, Xyla woke up and excitedly headed to the kitchen to have breakfast. She was eager to see what her mother had cooked up. Surely, by now, the macaroni must all be gone.

"We're having macaroni omelets." her mother said cheerfully as Xyla slid into her seat. Xyla put her face in her hands and shook her head. She was beginning to hate macaroni.

For lunch, Mommy served macaroni soup. Xyla pretended to have a stomach ache so she didn't have to eat it. It was worth it not to have to eat another meal of macaroni even though it meant her mother made her spent the afternoon in her room resting.

For dinner, there were macaroni tacos. Xyla couldn't stand it anymore. "No more macaroni!" she screamed.

"But Xyla," said her mother in surprise at her daughter's outburst. "I thought macaroni was your favorite food.

"It is." replied Xyla, "But not, every day  for every meal."

The next morning, Xyla came slowly down the stairs to breakfast. The food smelled good, but she didn't want to get too excited about it. It was probably just more macaroni. She eased herself into her chair. "What's for breakfast?" she asked her mother.

"Pancakes." replied her mother.

"Macaroni pancakes?" asked Xyla worriedly.

Her mother looked at her strangely. "No. Just regular pancakes." she replied. "Did you want me to put macaroni in your pancakes?"

"No!" exclaimed Xyla. She jumped up and hugged her mother. "I love you!." she said "and I love pancakes without macaroni!"