Sunday, January 31, 2016

A True Princess

Once there was a man and he wanted to marry a special kind of woman. He wanted a woman who had a mind of her own and wouldn't just blindly say what she thought he wanted to hear. A woman who had fine and expensive tastes. She would only shop in high-end department stores and would never set foot in a Walmart or  a Target. She would never  be found in the kitchen when she could just as easily order food to be delivered. Of course, her preferred method of dining would be to eat out and only at the finest restaurants. The words fast food would never cross her lips.

The man was a very eligible young bachelor indeed. He was handsome. He was smart. He had plenty of money. He would need plenty of money to support the type of wife he was looking for.

All of the girls in the town who were old enough for marriage wanted to marry the young man. He wanted to take his time and make sure he was choosing the right one. He began lining up dates one at time.  With all of his dates, he went through same ritual to see if the woman was right for him.

First, he would dress up in the most hideous clothes. They weren't made well and they were faded and thin. He had gotten them from some bargain store. When he picked up his dates, they would stare at his clothes for a minute, and then quickly look away. "Do you like my outift?" he would ask eagerly.

"Oh, it's lovely." They would say whether they really liked it or not. The outfit was so dreadful that he didn't know how anyone could like it.

"Where would you like to go to eat?" he would asked but before a woman could answer he would exclaim as though he had just thought of it. "I know! Let's go to my house, and I will cook you one of my gourmet burgers!"

"Okay.'" The woman would reply eagerly.

He would bring her to his house and sit her in his dining room  uncomfortable chair with hardly any cushioning. Then, he would disappear into his kitchen to prepare the meal while she waited. "The recipe is a family secret passed down from generation to generation." he would explain as he would go into the kitchen and shut the adjoining door.

Then, after he had hung around the kitchen for a while doing nothing, He would take a McDonald's burger and put it on a plate and heat it up. He would put it on a  plastic plate, take it out and place it in front of the woman. "I hope you like it." he would say eagerly.

The woman would take a bite. Her eyes would raise a little. "Do you like it?" He would ask hopefully.

"Oh. It's delicious." they would say, and they would force themselves to eat every bite.

The end of every date would be the same as well. The man would be very disappointed that the woman was not the right one for him. He would promise to call, but he never would. He would just move on to the next one.

One day a new woman moved to town. The young man quickly made her acquaintance and asked her out on a date. At first, she played hard to get but then finally she agreed to go out with him. When he picked her up for their date she took one look at his clothes and declared "You call that an outfit? Where did you get that the sales rack at Sears?"

The man smiled but refused to let his hopes get up. "Why, yes I did." he replied.

"You ought to let me take you shopping." suggested the woman. "I'll show you how to dress have you been to Lord & Taylor or Saks Fifth Avenue?"When the man pretended as though he had never heard of those stores, the woman replied "Well, you ought to."

The man smiled even brighter, but he didn't reply. Inside, his heart was beating rapidly with excitement. Could this woman really be the one - the woman of his dreams?

When  the man whipped  out one of his alleged gourmet burgers and put it in front of her, at first she just stared at the cheap ugly plastic  plate. "Another bargain purchase?" she inquired. "Oh, honey. You really need help shopping." she declared as she quickly shifted uncomfortably in her scarcely padded seat.

The woman took a bite of her burger. She quickly spit it out. "Gourmet burger, my foot!" she shouted. "Secret family recipe?" she mumbled shaking her head. What is this fast food?" she asked. "I bet this tastes like a  burger a person could get at McDonald's." She wrinkled her nose in disgust.

The man's heart overflowed with joy. He knew she was the woman for him. She was a true princess. He quickly knelt by her side. "Will you marry me?" he asked happily taking out the diamond ring he always carried in his pocket hopefully.

The woman stared at the ring for a minute. It was big and beautiful and shined like the sun. However, she couldn't see herself forever stuck with a man such as this. He had too much to learn, and she wanted a man who was already trained and prepared to share the finer life with her. "I'm sorry." she replied apologetically. "You're just not the man for me."

Friday, January 29, 2016

Lazy Lulu

The bright morning sunshine streamed through Lulu Morgan's window, but Lulu did not bother getting out of bed. After a few minutes, her Mom came in the room. Mommy shook her head at Lulu. "Lulu," she scolded, "Aren't you going to get up? It's a beautiful day. Come have breakfast."

Lulu shook her head. "I think I'll just stay in bed." she replied.

A little bit later delicious smells drifted up from the kitchen. It smelled like cheesy eggs, Lulu's favorite.However, Lulu still didn't get out of bed. She just turned over and went back to sleep.

After breakfast, Lulu's dad came into her room. He couldn't understand how Lulu could waste such as beautiful day. "Come on, get up." he urged. "You can come with me to the store."

Lulu scrunched up her nose and glared at her father. "Why would I want to do that?" she asked.

"Because maybe afterwards we can go to the park." suggested Daddy.

Lulu thought about it for a about a minute, but then decided she still didn't want to. "No, thanks." she said.

 At lunch time. Mommy came in again. "Aren't you hungry yet? " she inquired of Lulu. "Aren't you ready to get up?"

Lulu was a little bit hungry. but her bed was just so warm and cozy. "No, I'm not ready to get up." she replied.

Lulu was so lazy. She stayed in her bed all day and wouldn't come out. When she heard kids playing outside, she wouldn't come out. When she smelled the delicious dinner her mother had made. she wouldn't come out. No matter how much Mommy and Daddy begged and pleaded Lulu just wouldn't come out of her room.

"I'll get up when I'm ready." she assured them

"When will that be?" asked her mother. She did not understand how a person could be in a bed for a whole day if they weren't even sick. "Are you okay?" she repeatedly asked as she tried to take Lulu's temperature.

"I'm fine, Mommy." insisted Lulu ducking away from her mother.

Finally, it was night time. Mommy went to see Lulu. Lulu smiled brightly and bounced up out of her bed.

"What are you doing? asked Mommy accusingly.

"I'm getting up now." replied Lulu. "Just like you've wanted me to all day"

"Oh, no you're not." insisted Mommy.

Lulu shook her head. "You want me to get up, you don't want me to get up. Make up your mind."

"I don't want you to get up. It's too late."

"No, it isn't. "  stated Lulu getting ready to climb out of  bed. "Why is it too late?"

"It' s too late because it's bed time!" replied Mom.

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Phyllis Isn't Funny Anymore

This story is not only for my daughter but by my daughter.

Phyllis was the funny one  around. In school, during recess everybody would hang around Phyllis and she would tell them funny things. Everybody wanted to be her friend.

One day, the day before Phyllis became not so funny anymore. Phyllis's teacher said they were getting a new student her name was Fern.

Ding Dong! Phyllis's doorbell rang. "I'll get it." Phyllis said opening the door.

"Hi . It's me Fern from school. I was just wondering why does everybody call you funny Phyllis?" Fern asked Phyllis in confusion.

"Well I am funny. At least that's what everybody tells me." Phyllis replied.

The next day the teacher assigned a project. She put people in pairs of two. Phyllis got paired with Fern.

The day after,  Fern went over to work on their project. Evie Phyllis's little sister came over. "Evie want to pay too!" Evie pleaded.`

"Evie we're not playing we're working."  Phyllis stated.

"I've got this. I'm great with little kids.  Evie do you want to hear some jokes?" Fern asked.

"Yeah." Evie said happily.

"Okay, but after will you let us work alone?" Fern asked hoping she would agree.

"Okay." Evie agreed.

Fern told her all the jokes she could think of. 

"Fern funny." Evie said with a smile.  

The next day at school Phyllis was so excited for recess. She had thought of  a ton of new jokes and funny stuff to tell  everybody, but when she got outside someone else was telling jokes. Phyllis walked a little closer to see who it was. She was shocked to realize that the person telling jokes was Fern.

"Everybody, I'm here and I've got a lot of new jokes to tell you." Phyllis said happily No one even seemed to notice Phyllis was even there. "Maybe you didn't hear me, but I've got some new jokes to tell you." Phyllis repeated.

"We heard you the first time, but right now Fern is telling us jokes. Maybe, you can later." one of the girls said.

"Oh I see." Phyllis said sadly running away. No one even seemed to notice she left.

Later that day, when Phyllis got home from school, she saw Fern there talking to Evie. "What is she doing here, Mom?" Phyllis asked angrily

"I'm sorry if you don't like her, but Evie and I took a walk and she fell. I asked her what would make her feel better. She said the only thing that would make  her fell better would be Fern." Phyllis's Mom answered.

"My own two year old little sister likes Fern more than she likes me." Phyllis said running up to her room.

"Honey, wait!" Mom said running after Phyllis.

"How come it was Fern she wanted? Why not me? I'm her sister, and she likes Fern more than she likes me. You should just adopt Fern. I can live by myself on the streets, and everybody would be happy." Phyllis said.

"Phyllis, you know I love you, and you know Evie loves you." Mom told Phyllis.

"Then, how come Evie wanted to be with Fern and not me?" Phyllis asked.

"Don't take it personally. you know she is just a little kid." Mom said

"Evie wov Phyllis!" Evie said.

"I love you too, Evie." Phyllis said.

"How about from now on we can be funny together instead of being in a funny competition? Like we can tell jokes together at school." Fern suggested.

"That sounds good to me. I think we will be better at being best friends then we did at being enemies." Phyllis agreed

The next day at recess,  Phyllis and Fern did told jokes and did funny things together. Everybody loved it. It worked out great.

Monday, January 25, 2016

Alea Wonders

Alea Carroll was a very curious girl.  She was curious about everything. She wanted to know  everything there was to know about everything. She was always asking questions.

Alea was sitting out on the porch one day. Her mother came out of the house. "What are you doing?" she asked Alea.

"Oh just sitting around." replied Alea sadly. She was really rather bored.

"It's too nice of a day to just be sitting around." declared her mother. "Why don't we go for a walk?" she suggested.

"Oh yes. That would be great!" exclaimed Alea excitedly jumping up out her seat. Alea loved going on walks with her mother. They saw all kinds of fun and interesting things on their walks. They weren't always things that were fun and interesting to other people but they were fun and interesting to Alea.

Alea and her mother had only gone a few steps on their walk when a  little gray cat crossed their path. "Oh! exclaimed Alea, "What a cute little kitty!" She scooped down to pet it.

"Be careful, Alea." warned her Mother. "You shouldn't pet unfamiliar animals. They might bite you or carry a disease or something."

Alea ignored her mother. She kept petting the little cat. The cat seemed friendly and began to purr happily. Alea smiled at the little cat. She felt like it was smiling back at her too. "Do you think cats can really smile?" she asked her mother.

"I don't know." replied her mother.

"Well, I think this one is grinning at me." declared Alea.

Finally, Alea's mother made her leave the little cat. They continued on their walk. Alea spied a brown bunny jumping in the grass.  She tried to chase after the rabbit but couldn't find it. She ran back to her mother. "Do you think that the rabbit was late for an appointment?" she asked her mother, "He seemed in a awful hurry."

"I don't know." replied her mother.

They continued on their walk. Soon they passed a couple of little girls wearing princess dresses sitting out on the lawn in front of a big blue house. They were sitting at a folding table. The table was covered with a little pink tea set. There were little cups, little plates, little spoons, a little sugar bowl, a little milk pitcher, and a little teapot.

"Oh, what fun!" exclaimed Alea. "They're having a a tea party."

  "Would you like some tea?" the little girls asked Alea and her mother.

"Yes,  I would." replied Alea. She hurried over and drank some of the girls' pretend tea out a of one of their little pink cups. "That was delicious!" she exclaimed when she finished. "Thank you very much." The two little girls smiled happily at Alea.

Alea and her mother continued walking. "Do you think that animals have tea parties?" asked Alea.

"I don't know." replied her mother.

They continued walking. They passed a little boy eating an ice cream cone. He was struggling to keep up with a group of bigger boys. Alea felt sorry for him. "I bet he wishes that ice cream cone would make him bigger." she said.

Next they passed a boy sitting on a chair drinking a soda. He was much to big for the chair and his legs spilled over the sides. Alea felt sorry for him too. "I bet he wishes that drink would make him smaller." she said.

It was getting late. "It's time to head home." Alea's mother told her.

"Oh." said Alea disappointedly. She was enjoying their walk. She hated for it to be over. She was getting a little hungry though so she would be glad to go home and have dinner.

Luckily, this time they didn't see the boy drinking the soda or the boy eating the ice cream cone. That would have just made Alea more hungry.

They did pass the little girls who had been having the tea party. This time they were packing up everything  and taking it into the house.  Alea stopped to admire their pretty princess dresses. She hadn't really noticed them the first time. One girl was dressed like Cinderella and the other was dressed like Rapunzel.

"I would like to meet a real princess or a queen one day." declared Alea as she and her mother continued toward home. "Do you think a queen would cut-off our heads if we displeased her?"

"Alea!" exclaimed her mother. "Why would you ask a question like that?"

"I just wondered." explained Alea.

"You wonder about a lot of things, don't you?" said her mother.

"I wonder about everything." replied Alea.

"Yes, you certainly do." declared her mother smiling at Alea.

Saturday, January 23, 2016

Bobbi Sue Doesn't Want A Bath

Bobbi Sue Peters loved to play outside. She liked nothing better than to spend her whole day running around outside playing in the dirt and grass. What she didn't like was to come inside. What she really hated was to take a bath.

"Bobbi Sue!" Mommy called her. "Bobbi Sue, it's time to come in!"

Bobbi Sue hide behind the big oak tree in the front yard hoping Mommy would just go away. No such luck. Mommy just kept calling and calling and each time she called Mommy's voice just got closer and closer. Her voice got angrier and angrier too. Bobbi Sue didn't know whether to run away or face the scolding she was sure to get. She ended up not doing anything. She stood glued to the spot behind the tree.

"Bobbi Sue!" reprimanded Mommy when she finally found Bobbie Sue. "I've been calling you and calling you. It's time to come in for your bath."

Bobbi Sue frowned. "Aw, mommy!" she sighed unhappily. "Do I have ta?" Mommy nodded as she started leading Bobbi Sue into the house. "But Mommy," Bobbi Sue protested. "I'm only a little dirty."

Mommy looked Bobbi Sue over. Bobbi Sue was covered from head to toe in dirt. There wasn't a clean spot on her. Mommy laughed. "Only a little?" she replied. "I think you got that backwards. You only left a little bit of dirt on the ground."

Mommy led Bobbi Sue into the house. "March right upstairs!" she instructed, "and don't touch anything on the way!" Bobbi Sue groaned but did as she was told. Mommy followed her up the stairs. Mommy filled the tub with water while Bobbi Sue took off her dirty clothes.  "Get in the tub." Mommy demanded once the tub was filled.

"Do I have ta?" asked Bobbi Sue hoping that this time the answer would be different.

"Now!" insisted Mommy angrily pointing to the tub.

Bobbi Sue slowly climbed into the water filled tub and sat down. She had to admit the warm water felt  kind of nice on her skin. "Ah!" she said. She wished she didn't have to wash, and she could just sit there relaxing in the tub. That would probably get boring after a while anyway she figured. She didn't know how grown-ups could just sit there for hours in the tub without doing anything.

Mommy opened the bathroom closet to get Bobbi Sue a washcloth. "What's that?" asked Bobbi Sue noticing a big box on the top shelf.

Mommy looked up. "Those were Brendan's bath toys." Brendan was Bobbi Sue's older brother. He was in middle school. He was in 7th grade. Bobbi Sue was only in first grade.

"Why aren't they Brendan's toys anymore?" asked Bobbi Sue curiously."When did he have them? I never saw him play with them."

"He had them when he was about your age. We took them away because he wouldn't stop splashing." explained Mommy. "Then, we just forgot about them, and he got too old for them."

"Can I play with them?" begged Bobbi Sue. "I promise I won't splash."

"After you wash." Mommy told her. Bobbi Sue sighed unhappily, but with Mommy's help she quickly scrubbed herself clean. It was the fastest she had ever gotten washed. Usually she kept squirming around in the tub and moving out of Mommy's reach and it took a long time.

"Now, can I play with the toys?" she asked hopefully. Mommy took the box off the shelf and put it on the floor next to the tub where Bobbi Sue could reach it. Bobbi Sue immediately grabbed for the box. She took out several rubber ducks of various sizes and colors, a couple of different colored boats and one or two other toys and put them into the tub with her. She began playing with them. She had such a good time playing with the toys she decided she didn't care if she had to stay in the tub forever.

However, after about a half hour, which felt to Bobbi Sue like hardly any time at all, Mommy told her it was time to get out of the bath. "Do I have to?" asked Bobbi Sue unhappily. "Five more minutes." she begged.

"Okay." agreed Mommy. "Five more minutes."

"Yay!" exclaimed Bobbi Sue excitedly clapping her hands. She went back to playing with the toys.

Five minutes passed very quickly. Much quicker than Bobbi Sue would have liked. "Can I have another five minutes?" she begged when the time was up. This time Mommy shook her head no and wouldn't change her mind no matter how much Bobbi Sue begged. She made Bobbi Sue get out of the tub.

As soon as Bobbi Sue was dried off and in her pajamas, she asked eagerly. "Mommy, can I have another bath now?"

"Tomorrow." replied Mommy.

"Oh phooey!" exclaimed Bobbi Sue. She wanted to take another bath now. She couldn't wait until it was tomorrow.

Thursday, January 21, 2016

The Girl Who Dated a Cat

Today's story is not only for my daughter but by my daughter.

Marinda was a beautiful girl. She looked like she was a Disney princess. Some people even saw her and thought she would marry a prince and move to a castle. Then, she would get anything she wanted.  Marinda had different plans she was just taking it slow dating her best friend Angelina's cat, Leo.

Leo was sweet, loving and loyal. Marinda could not find any human guy like that. She was fine with it anyway. She loved Leo and she just knew he loved her too. Marinda went to Angelina's house all the time. Sometimes she went to see Angelina, but other times she came just to see Leo. Leo always looked happy to see her when she got there so she knew he loved her as much as she loved him.

Marinda's family was worried about her. They all knew Marinda could do much better than a cat. Her mom tried all the time to convince her that there were some guys out there as good as a cat like Leo. Her dad told her all about how if she married a cat she could not start a family. That did not work either she did't care what anybody said. She knew she loved Leo and to her that was all that mattered.

As a little girl, Marinda always dreamed of having 4 kids, all girls. Their names would be Layla, Zoey, Madison and Ally. Now that plan was out the window. She would just date. She did't need a big family. All she needed was Leo.

Angelina was starting to feel left out. She felt like she was losing her best friend to her own cat. She wanted Marinda to be happy, but she also did't want to lose her best friend to her cat.

Marinda came to Angelina's house asking for Leo. Angelina  said "Just come up  he's in my bed". She would ask if  Marinda would like to hang out while she was there, but she knew Marinda would say no so she just said nothing else.

Marinda ran up the staircase. When she got to Angelina's room, she slowly walked in and sat on the bed. Right away, she began to pet Leo. Leo got up and moved into her lap and cuddled up. He looked like a  big chubby ball.

One day, Angelina came over with sad news. Angelina's dad got a new job in New York. That meant that Angelina's whole family would be moving including Angelina and Leo. Marinda was so sad. Both her best friend and her boyfriend would be gone. She did not know what to do.

Sadly, the day came when it was time for Angelina and Leo to go. Marinda cried while waving goodbye.  She was too sad to hold back her tears or to even say a word.

The next day, Marinda bumped in to a man at the mall. He looked as if he were a prince and well, it turned out he was one. He and Marinda fell in love at first sight. They grew up, got married, and moved to a beautiful castle. Marinda got everything she wanted even the 4 kids, all girls, Madison, Ally, Layla and Zoey.  They even got their own cat and named her Leah.

Marinda's family was so happy for her. She and the prince took care of them and gave them money.

So, I guess you can say they all  had their happily every after. At least Marinda and her prince did.

Tuesday, January 19, 2016

Dixie's Dream

Dixie Ebert was fast asleep one night when she was awakened by a sudden noise. She awoke to see a figure in her room. Somehow, she wasn't frightened though. The figure sort of reminded her of her best friend, Charleigh Jacobs except in a more ghostly way. She and Charleigh had been best friends since kindergarten except lately things hadn't been so good between them. They were always fighting. Who are you?" asked Dixie.

"I'm the ghost of your past." replied the figure.

"The ghost of my past?" replied Dixie in surprise. "What the Dickens?"

The next thing she knew Dixie was back in the past. She saw herself and Charleigh on the playground. They were laughing and playing and having a good time. "I know we are going to be best friend's forever." declared Dixie. She smiled at Charleigh.

"I know it too." replied Charleigh as she smiled back.

Then, they were at Dixie's 7th birthday party. They were 20 kids there. "Wow!" exclaimed Dixie as she watched her younger self. "I forgot I used to be really popular."

7 year old, Charleigh was laughing at 7 year old,  Dixie. "You're so much fun!" she exclaimed with a huge smile.

"I did use to be fun." said Dixie with a sigh turning away from her younger self.

Then, she was suddenly in her room again. She shook her head wondering what had just happened. She had barely had time to process it when she was visited by another figure. This one reminded her of her mother. "Mommy?" she said.

"I'm the ghost of your present." said the figure.

Before Dixie could ask another question, she was whisked away again. This time, she was at Charleigh's house. She was with a group of girls. "I asked Dixie to come with us, but she just wanted to stay home." explained Charleigh to the girls. "She is getting to be such an old fuddy duddy."

"Yeah." replied another one of the girls. "She used to be fun."

"When did I stop being fun?" Dixie wondered just before she was quickly whisked away again. She was once more back in her room. There was somebody there with her but she couldn't see who it was because their face was entirely covered by a hood. The person or creature or whatever it was beckoned her to go with it. Dixie was frightened and reluctant to go. However, it gently took her arm and steered her in the direction it wanted her to go.

This time apparently they had gone into the future because the figure led her to a cafe with a bunch of computers and she could see on one of the computer screens that the date was ten years in the future. She leaned closer and she could see that the article open on the computer screen was about a crazy cat lady who lived all alone with a house full of cats. When she leaned closer and starting reading the article she could see that it was a story about herself.  She jumped back and opened her mouth to scream, but as soon as she opened her mouth, everything faded away again, and she felt as if she was floating through space.

Then suddenly, Dixie opened her eyes and found that she was in her own room in her bed. It was all a dream or was it? She checked the date on her phone just to be sure and was happy to see that it was the present day.  She was so happy not to be an old cat lady. She quickly got dressed and practically ran all the way to Charleigh's house.

Charleigh was surprised to see her. "Hi Dixie," she said. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I've missed you Charleigh." replied Dixie. "I missed all the fun we used to have together. I am sorry we've been fighting so much."

"I've missed you too." declared Charleigh tightly hugging her friend. "I'm sorry I have to cut our  reunion short though." she apologized.  "I already made plans to go to a movie with a bunch of kids from school. I know that it would be too much of a crowd for you."

"Oh, but I want to go." insisted Dixie.

"You do?" asked Charleigh in surprise this certainly wasn't the Dixie she knew.

"Yes I do," declared Dixie.  She smiled at Charleigh.

Charleigh smiled back. "I'm glad you're coming. I like the new you or should I say the return of the old  you."

Dixie knew she wasn't completely back to her old self yet, but at least she had taken the first step.

Sunday, January 17, 2016

The Haircut

Iola York was really proud of her long blond hair. It flowed all the way down her back. She had never had it cut since she was a baby.

"Wouldn't you like to have a little trim?" her mother would ask her.

"No! No!" Iola would scream. She couldn't stand the thought of having a tiny inch of her precious hair cut off.

Then, one day in the school cafeteria there was a huge food fight. Iola hurried to hide under the table with the other kids, but it was too late. She had gotten something in her hair and whatever it was was really sticky. She tugged and pulled at it, but she just couldn't get it out. In fact, she just managed to make things worse by getting her hair all tangled up and knotty.

Iola got so upset that she became hysterical, and  started crying really hard They had to send her to the nurses office. The nurse tried to cut the sticky mess out of Iola's hair, but Iola became even more hysterical and crying even more. Tears fell down her cheeks in great globs.  She would not let the nurse near her hair with scissors. They had to call her mother to come and pick her up.

"Mommy!" shrieked Iola rushing into her mother's arms as soon as her mother reached the school.

"What's the matter?" Mommy asked tenderly putting her arms around Iola. Iola was too upset to even say. Her mother just looked at her and saw the sticky mess in Iola's hair. "Oh, honey." she said sadly. "That is going to have to be cut out." She took the scissors from the nurse and gently cut the food out of Iola's hair.

Unfortunately. there had been quite a lot of it and cutting it out left Iola's hair kind of lopsided. Iola's mother looked at Iola's hair and frowned. "What?" exclaimed Iola worriedly. She quickly ran her hands through her hair. She could tell it didn't feel right. She hurried over to the mirror and as soon as she saw her hair she started screaming.

"Don't worry." her mother assured her. "We'll take you to the hair salon. Just so they can even it out." she added when she saw the horrified look on Iola's face. Before, Iola could utter a word of protest, her mother had signed her out of school and steered her toward the car.

The hair salon was pretty empty at that time of day so Iola was quickly ushered into a chair. The stylist who cut her hair was very chatty. She kept talking to Iola. Iola was too upset and nervous to reply to anything the stylist said or to watch what the stylist was doing. Still, the stylist just kept chatting away. Iola was worried that she was chatting too much because she just kept chatting and cutting and chatting and cutting. Iola was sure it should not take that long just to even out her hair.

Finally, Iola actually looked at her hair in the mirror. It was quite a bit shorter than it had been.  "Stop!" she screamed in horror. She wanted to cry again, but she was too upset to even do that so she just kept staring at her hair in the mirror.

"But it's not even." replied the stylist.

"Then, just make it even and don't cut a bit more. " demanded Iola. "I'll be watching you!" she added in threatening tone.

The stylist gave her a nasty look and didn't talk the rest of the time she was cutting Iola's hair. She just quickly finished cutting. When she finished, Iola looked in the mirror and frowned. It was so much shorter than she wanted it to be. Her mother quickly paid and ushered Iola out of the shop before she could get hysterical again.

"You look good." her mother reassured her once they got out of the shop.

Iola didn't think so. "Can I get a hat?" she asked. Her mother gave her a questioning look. "So I can hide my hair under it until it grows." Iola explained.

Just as they reached their car a couple of the popular girls from Iola's school came along. Iola wasn't really friends with them, and they generally didn't pay much attention to her, but this time they headed right for her. "Oh great." mumbled Iola trying to make herself invisible. 'What a time for them to finally notice me' she thought.

"Hi." said one of the girls. "You go to our school, don't you?"

Iola nodded.

"We just wanted to say that we love your haircut. Where did you get it done?" the other girl gushed excitedly as the first girl nodded and smiled.

Iola was speechless. All she could do was point to the hair salon. "Thanks." said the girls as they headed that way.

"Should we go get that hair hiding hat now?" Iola's mother asked as she and Iola got in the car.

"Are you kidding?" replied Iola very seriously. "I'm not hiding this haircut. I'm a trendsetter.   I've never been a trendsetter before." She pulled down her visor and immediately began admiring her new haircut in the mirror.

Iola's mother just smiled.

Friday, January 15, 2016

I'm Just Not Cool Enough

Today's story is not only for my daughter but by my daughter.

Brooklyn Jackson was 6 years old. She lived in a house with her Mommy, her Daddy, her older sister Debby, and her little sister Ellianna. She lived in a kind of small neighborhood where most people were friendly with each other. Brooklyn's best friend in the world since birth  was Kristen. She lived across the street.  Unfortunately. Kristen was going to be moving to a new town in a new neighborhood. Kristen and Brooklyn were both so sad. "Goodbye."  said Brooklyn sadly though her tears.

"Goodbye." replied Kristen just as sadly as Brooklyn. Kristen's Mom called her to go home. She unhappily ran off.

Brooklyn was so sad she hardly did anything anymore.

"I bet someone just as nice as Kristen will move in across the street."" Mommy assured Brooklyn

After two weeks, a new girl  did move in  across the street. It was a 6 year old girl just like Brooklyn.

"Brooklyn someone moved in across the street. I heard they have a 6 year old girl. Why don't you go say hello and welcome her to the neighborhood. Tell her you're Brooklyn, and you want to be her friend." suggested Mommy.

"Okay,mommy." agreed Brooklyn. Mommy started to talk like she was not asking if  Brooklyn wanted to go, but she was telling Brooklyn that she  was going to go. Brooklyn walked across the street. Mommy helped her cross, Brooklyn rang the door bell.

"Hello. How can I help you?" asked a woman that came to the door. She was surely not the 6 year old.

"Hello, I'm Brooklyn. I live across the street. I am 6. I heard a 6 year old lives here."

"I'll get her. Ava! Ava! Ava!" the woman called. A little girl wearing a bright blue dress and shiny black high heels came down the stairs. She wore makeup all over her face. She looked as if she was a teenager

"Who is this?" said Ava with a look of  disgust on her face

"This is Brooklyn. She lives across the street and wants to be your friend." said the woman. She gave Ava an angry look.

"It looks like it came from a barn, and it is not cool. It can not be my friend." said Ava.

Brooklyn ran home trying not to cry in front of Ava. She did not want Ava to think she was a cry baby

"Whats the matter baby?" Mommy asked when Brooklyn got home.

"I'm just not cool enough." Brooklyn said sadly running away. As she ran,she bumped into Debby.

"Whats the matter?" asked  Debby upon seeing that Brooklyn was crying

"I'm just not cool enough" Brooklyn said sadly.

"What matter Bookwyn?"  asked Ellianna seeing she that Brooklyn was crying as Brooklyn ran by her.

"I'm just not cool enough." replied Brooklyn.

The next day Brooklyn saw Ava walking in the street. A car was coming up quickly behind Ava. Brooklyn rushed out and pushed Ava out of the way of the car. They both tumbled onto the grass just in time.

"You are cool enough. You saved my life. Will you be my friend?" asked  Ava

"No, you are just not cool enough" declared Brooklyn.

Monday, January 11, 2016


Raphaella Towers and Harrison Lockley were best friends practically from the moment they were born. Where one was found the other was sure to be. They were practically inseparable. That is until the day, they started elementary school

In first grade, they were unmercifully teased for their friendship. "What do you want to be friends with a girl for?" The boys asked Harrison. To them, girls were enemies. They were not friends. There was nothing Harrison could say to make them change their minds about that.

The girls were equally as bad. They made sure Raphaella always stayed on the girls side of the playground and didn't associate with the boys. Of course, Raphaella knew there wasn't  really a boys side or a girls side to the playground but the other kids sure acted like there was.

Raphaella was really sad not to be able to hang around Harrison anymore. She kept secretly looking over to him. When  she was finally able to catch his eye, he didn't smile at her like she expected him to. He didn't look happy to see her nor did he look unhappy to be away from her. That made Raphaella even sadder.

After school. Raphaella quickly ran home. She ran into her room and threw herself down on her bed. Tears flowed down her checks.

Suddenly. she thought she heard a noise. She looked all around her room. She couldn't figure out where the noise was coming from.

"Raphaella!" called a voice outside her window in a loud whisper. Raphaella looked out her first floor window and was startled to see Harrison there.

Raphaella quickly opened the window "What are you doing here?" she asked in surprise.

"Raphaella! Raphaella!" called Harrison from outside the window. "Let down your hand!" Raphaella leaned down and offered Harrison her hand. He grabbed it and climbed up into the window.

"What are you doing here?" Raphaella repeated as Harrison completely pulled himself into the room and tumbled to the floor.

"I don't want to stop being your friend." he told her.

"I don't want to stop being yours either." she replied with a smile.  She suddenly felt much lighter and happier. "Why did you have to climb in my window?" she asked.

"I want to be your friend, but I don't want to be teased either." admitted Harrison. Raphaella nodded. She didn't want to be teased either. "So we have to be secret friends." said Harrison. "Okay?"

"Okay." agreed Raphaella immediately. Secret friends was better than not being friends at all.  Besides, there was something exciting about a secret friendship.

From that day on every day after school, Harrison would come to Raphaella's window. "Raphaella! Raphaella! Let down your hand!" he would call, and she would open the window and give him a hand into her room.

Finally one day, Harrison came to Raphaella's window. "Raphaella! Raphaella! Let down your hand" he called, but she didn't come to the window. So he repeated a little louder "Raphaella! Raphaella! Let down your hand."

Harrison heard footsteps from across the room. His heartbeat quickened in anticipation of seeing his good friend. The window opened. A hand reached out. Harrison reached for it but then fell back in shock when he realized that it wasn't Raphaella's hand. This hand wasn't young and soft like Raphaella's. This hand was older and rougher.

Harrison looked up to see a face he remembered. It was the face of Raphaella's mother. "Why hello, Harrison." she said. "Why don't you just use the door?"

Saturday, January 9, 2016

Just Hang On It's Friday

When the alarm clock went off at 7:00 in the morning, Deanna Pauley did not want to get up. She quickly turned it off buried her head  deep under her pillow and tried to pretend it had never happened. Just when she had almost fallen back to sleep again, her mother came in and shook her awake not so gently. "Get up, lazy head!" her mother called. "You'll miss your school bus."

At least it was Friday, Deanna thought as she dragged herself out of bed and quickly thrown on some clothes. If she could just hang on for one more school day, the weekend would be here. Deanna smiled thinking of the fun weekend she and her friends had planned.

"Deanna!" shouted her mother anxiously from downstairs. "Hurry up, you're going to miss your bus."

Deanna didn't even have time to eat anything even though she was starving. She just barely had enough time to grab her backpack and race out the door.

The bus ride to school was especially noisy. It gave Deanna a headache. She was actually happy when they pulled up in front of the big brick school building.

She got off the bus and hurried to her classroom. When she opened her backpack, she realized she had forgotten her homework. She couldn't believe it. She never did things like that. She really was not having a very good day. At least, it was Friday. She just had to hang on for one more day.

It was a lot easier said than done. The morning dragged on. They had the most boring substitute who spoke really slowly and made everything sound incredibly boring. Deanna had trouble focusing  and paying attention. She kept just about drifting off and falling asleep. Her head started drooping lower and lower. 

Just when Deanna's head was about to actually hit the desk, the substitute called on her. "What?" replied Deanna in confusion as to what the teacher had actually asked her. She didn't even have any idea what they were talking about. The other kids laughed at the dumb expression on Deanna's face. She blushed and slunk down in her seat. 'Just hang on it's Friday.' she reminded herself.

Finally, it was lunch time. Only lunch wasn't any better. Deanna hadn't had time to make herself lunch, and they weren't serving anything she liked in the cafeteria. Also, it was especially noisy. Deanna's headache came back. 'Friday Friday Friday' she just kept repeating in her mind as she rubbed her temples and tried to make her headache go away.

Deanna would have thought that after lunch things would have gone quicker as so much of the day was already over. However, it didn't turn out that way. They watched the most boring movie Deanna had ever seen in science. She kept staring up at the clock and willing the numbers to movie quicker. They didn't. In fact, even though ,of course,  the numbers were moving at their usual pace, it felt to Deanna like they were moving even slower than usual. She looked up and the time was 2:00. Then, it was 2:05. Then, it was 2:10. No matter how long she thought she waited each time she looked up at the clock, it was only about five minutes later than the time before  When would 2:45 and time to go home ever get here? Why did Friday's have to be so long and slow? They seemed even slower than any other day of the week.

Finally, it was 2:45 and the bell rang signaling that it was the end of the school day. "Alright!" Deanna shouted out with joy and relief. She headed for her school bus. She was so excited to go home that this time the noise didn't even bother her.

When she arrived at her bus stop, she hurried off the bus, rushed into her house, and threw down her backpack next to to the front door. "You seem happy." noted her mother. "How was your day?"

Deanna frowned at the memory of her awful day. "It stunk." she admitted. Her mother gave her a look that indicated she would like to know more about it, but Deanna chose not to go into it. "It doesn't matter anyway, " replied Deanna "because everything is better now."

"Why is that?" asked her mother with interest.

Deanna smiled at her mother surprised that her mother couldn't guess why. "Because it's Friday." she replied to her mother talking  as if she were speaking to a small and not very smart child. 

Deanna's mother shook her head. "It's Thursday." she said.

Deanna's mouth opened wide in horror. It couldn't be, could it? Maybe, her Mom was the one that was confused. The newspaper her Mom was reading said Thursday but it could be the one from yesterday, couldn't it? Deanna hurried into the den and scrambled around until she found the remote control. She quickly turned on the TV. Sure, enough it was only Thursday. "Oh no!" she exclaimed burying her face in her hands. She still had to get through another whole day before the weekend.

Finally, Deanna looked up and forced herself to smile. 'Just hang on. Tomorrow's Friday' she told herself.

Thursday, January 7, 2016

Talkative Trixie

Today's story is not only for my daughter but by my daughter.

Trixie Little loved to talk all day long. She went on talking and talking. She never even let anybody else talk. Her little sister, Lillybelle; her older sister, Mara; and her friends were getting sick of never getting to talk. They just started to avoid Trixie.

One day, as Trixie was walking in the park, she saw a group of her friends and started to walk over to them but when she got there they where gone. 'I just saw them. Where did they go?' Trixie thought to herself. She decided to go home and see if Lillybelle wanted to play. She was sure to. She always wanted to play with Trixie. "Do you want you want to play with me Lillybelle? We can play tag or hide and seek or .... and oh, can I be the tagger or the finder or  ... or we can do something like just spending time together . We don't have to play a  game. We can read or write or watch TV or listen to music. We can draw or go to the park and go on the swings or the slide or the monkey bars. We can play in the back yard or well. do you want to play? Oh and what do you want to play?"asked Trixie

"No thanks I'm busy." replied Lillybelle as she ran off as quick as she could.

 Trixie went to talk to Mara. "Mara, want to hang out? We can go to the mall and the SPCA.  I love looking at the dogs and cats but I feel so bad for them because, you know, they do not have homes and it is so sad, right. Like I would be sad and scared if I was an animal without a home or even a person without a home. Do you want to go to the food court we can go to Taco Bell or Wendy's or Nathans We can go to H & M or Crazy 8 or Forever 21 or The Children's Place or Old Navy. Well, do you want to and what do you want to do?"  asked Trixie

"Sorry, I am going to Ally's house." Mara replied running away in the opposite direction of the door to leave.

Trixie ran into Mommys room crying "Mommy, nobody wants me." Trixie said

"What made you think that?" asked Mommy

"First my friends ran  away from me. Than Lillybelle ran from me, and then Mara lied about going to Ally's house and ran away from me." Trixie said though her tears

"We all love you. It is just well, you are very talkative.  I love that and you are very cute but some times you can talk a little too much. You don't let anybody else get a word in. Most people don't like it  when they can't get a word in." Mommy told Trixie

"Okay, Mommy. I will try not to talk so much anymore, and I will try to stop not letting anybody else talk. People will like to be with me and I will have so much fun and...,

Mommy gave her a reminding look.

"Next time, I'll try harder to let other people talk.". Trixie said

From then on, Trixie tried not to talk so much and to let other people talk. Trixie did a good job with that but some times she just could not hold it in,and she started to talk on and on. However, now someone would just tell her she was doing it again. Sometimes,  they even missed it. Then, Trixie had no problem helping them not miss it anymore. Trixie had much more fun from that day on.

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

The Great Race

Harry Faber was a fast runner, and he was proud of it. He was always bragging about how fast he was, and how he could beat anyone in race. "I'll take on any man any time, any place, and I can beat him in a race." he boasted confidently.

His little sister. Torrance made a face. She was so tied of hearing Harry brag. "What about any woman?" she asked. "Could you beat any woman in a race?"

Harry burst out laughing. He couldn't stop laughing for a full five minutes. When he was finally able to stop and catch his breath, he said, "Well, of course. I could beat any woman in a race. Women aren't even as fast as men, and I can beat any man."

"Could you beat me?" asked Torrance in a very serious tone.

Harry looked at his sister as though she were a stranger creature from another planet. "Why, of course, I could beat you." he replied indignant that she could even think otherwise. "You're not even a woman. You're just a little girl."

Torrance glared at him angrily. "And you're just a boy, Harry Faber!" she replied hotly.

"I'm older than you," answered Harry, "and stronger and faster."

"Okay," said Torrance. "It's on."

"What's on?" asked Harry in confusion.

"You and I are going to race, and I am going to beat you." replied Torrance. Now, it was her turn to be confident.

"You'll race me?" exclaimed Harry in surprise. "You actually think you can beat me in a race?" He just shook his head at his little sister.

Torrance didn't back down one bit. "Yes, I'll race you and I'll beat you." she replied

Harry did not want to humiliate his little sister, but now she had gone too far. They were going to have to go through with this farce of a race. "Okay. I'll race you.'" he agreed. "You just tell me where and when and I'll be there."

"From the school playground to our house tomorrow at 4:30 in the afternoon. " declared Torrance. The distance from the school playground to the house was about a mile.

"Are you sure you want to race a whole mile? I can beat you in a lot less. " stated Harry.

Torrance glared at him. "I'm sure," she said.

The next afternoon they walked slowly over to the playground to conserve their energy for the race. Mom would be waiting at home on the porch. The first person to reach her would be declared the winner of the race.

"Are you ready?" asked Harry. Torrance nodded, and as she got in position to run, Harry asked. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

 "Just get on with it." Torrance replied impatiently glaring at her brother.

"I'll tell you what. Since you're younger and slower and a girl, I'll give you a head start."

"That isn't necessary." replied Torrance.

"I know it isn't necessary for me at least, but, since I'm a gentleman and your brother and a nice person, I'm going to anyway. I'll count to three, you start. I'll wait two minutes, then I'll start."

"You're my brother. I'm not sure about those other things." mumbled Torrance under her breath. To Harry, she just said "Whatever." and frowned at his nerve in thinking she needed a head start.  She didn't want one, and she didn't think she needed one.

Harry counted to three and Torrance took off like a shot. Harry glanced at his watch to see what time it was and what time he needed to start. When he looked up again a couple of pretty girls were passing by. "Well, hello, there." said Harry.

"Hi," the girls chorused back.

Harry introduced himself to the girls and begin chatting and flirting with them. They chatted and flirted right back. 'What a nice way to waste a couple of minutes.' he  thought happily to himself. He quickly glanced at his watch again and saw that what he thought had been only a couple of minutes talking to the pretty girls had actually been about ten minutes more than the head start he told Torrance he was going to give her, He said goodbye to the girls and blasted off towards home.

"Well, hello there." Torrance greeted Harry with a huge smile on her face when he arrived on the front porch a few minutes later. "Where've you been?"

"You?  How? " Harry gasped as he collapsed on the porch out of breath.

Just then the two girls from the playground strolled by on the sidewalk. "Hi Torrance." they greeted her warmly as they passed by.

Torrance waved back and blushed as Harry stared at her,

'You!" he said. "You know those girls! You set me up!" he exclaimed pointing his finger at his sister.

"I said I could beat you in a race." replied Torrance calmly. "I didn't say how." Then, she quickly ran away from her brother while he was still in no condition to follow her.

Sunday, January 3, 2016

The Stolen Doll

Genessa Bard and Holly Pendleton were best friends. Holly loved to go to Genessa's house. Genessa always had the newest most fun toys. Holly was jealous.   She always wished she had the toys that Genessa had.

Genessa seemed to enjoy having toys that Holly didn't have. She was always showing off her new toys.    She never let Holly play with her new toys until she had them a long time.
One day. Holly's mom took her over to play with Genessa. When they arrived, Genessa excitedly ran over to greet Holly.   "Look what I got!" she announced without even bothering to say hello. She held up a Barbie doll. It was dressed in  a deep purple gown and wearing a silver tiara on its head.  "It's my Beauty Queen Barbie." gushed Genessa excitedly. "Isn't she beautiful?"

Holly could only nod in awe. It was the most beautiful Barbie she had ever seen. Genessa was so lucky. Holly wished she had a doll like that. There was no way Genessa was going to even let her play with it at least not for a long time.

"Come on! Let's play!" exclaimed Genessa.

"Okay." sighed Holly following Genessa to her playroom.

After couple hours, it was time to go home. "Did you thank Genessa for having you over to play?" asked Mommy as Holly was putting on her coat. Holly shook her head no. "Well, I think you should." Mommy told her.

Holly went off to the playroom to find Genessa. Genessa wasn't there, but there was that beautiful new Barbie. It was just lying on the ground looking so lovely and lonely. Holly picked it up. She only wanted to hold it and admire it for a minute.It was just so pretty.

"Holly!" called her Mother loudly from the living room. "Come on! It's time to go. Daddy will be home soon, and I have to make dinner."

Without even thinking about it, Holly quickly stuffed the doll into her coat and hurried to her mother.

"Did you thank Genessa?" Mommy asked.

"Yes." Holly lied. She quickly rushed out the door and ran over to the car.

Mommy laughed at Holly's eagerness. "Why the great rush all of the sudden?"

"I'm just really hungry." lied Holly.

At home Holly quickly brushed past Mommy on her way to her room. "Aren't you going to take your coat off?" asked Mommy.

Holly shook her head. "I'm kind of cold." she lied again.

"Are you feeling okay?" asked Mommy worriedly. She reached out to feel Holly's forehead and see if she had a fever.  Holly quickly ducked out of her reach.

"I'm fine. Really!" insisted Holly quickly scurrying away into her room.  Mommy just shook her head and went to make dinner.

In her room. Holly took her coat off and took the doll out. She held it up and admired it. The doll's pretty dress and tiara sparkled in the light of Holly's room.

The phone rang loudly and startled Holly. She almost dropped the doll, but she managed to grab it before it hit the floor. She sighed in relief.

Just then, Mommy came barging into the room. Holly quickly shoved the doll under her pillow. "What's the matter, mommy?" she asked warily.

"That was Genessa's Mom." explained Mommy referring to the phone call. "Genessa can't find her new doll anywhere, and she is really upset. You don't know what happened to it. Do you Holly?"

"No, I don't!" exclaimed Holly. "Why would I?" She felt a sharp stab of guilt.

Mommy looked surprised at Holly's outburst. "Well, okay, Sweetie." she replied. "Nobody's accusing you of anything. We just thought maybe you would know where Genessa left her doll since you were there when she was playing with it." Holly looked down and bit her lip, but she didn't say anything. Mommy smiled at her. "I'm going to go finish making dinner." she announced as she turned to leave Holly's room.

That was it. Holly was suddenly overwhelmed with feelings of  guilt. An avalanche of tears started flowing down her cheeks.

"What's the matter?" inquired Mommy  in confusion gathering Holly in her arms. "Are you sure you're not sick?"

Holly nodded through her tears. "I did it." she admitted in a gush as though she couldn't get the words out fast enough. "I took Genessa's doll."

Mommy looked shocked but not really angry. "You did?" she replied in surprise. "But why?"

"Genessa is always getting such nice new toys. She is always showing them off and never lets me play with them for a long time. By the time, I get a toy, Genessa had already had it or something like it. Just for once I wanted to be the one to have a new toy first." explained Holly in a rush of words. She hung her head down.

"We'll have to take the toy back to Genessa." Mommy replied calmly.

Holly looked up and nodded her head. "I know." she replied quietly. "I'm really sorry."

"I think that is something you are going to have to tell Genessa." said Mommy.

After dinner, Mommy took Holly back to Genessa's house. When they arrived, Genessa came to the door. She looked really sad. Her eyes were all red like she had been crying. " What are you doing here?" she asked in surprise. It was a little late for Holly to be coming over. Her eyes opened even wider in surprise when Holly took the doll out from behind her back and handed it to Genessa.

"My Beauty Queen Barbie!" exclaimed Genessa in a mix of happiness and relief.

"I'm sorry I took your doll." Holly told her. She really and truly was sorry. "You're just so lucky. You are always getting such great new toys, and  you are always showing them off and you never let me play with them."

Now, it was Genessa's turn to feel bad. "I'm sorry." she replied sincerely. "I'll try not to show-off so much, and I'll try to share better. Maybe, you can play with my new doll next week."

"Genessa!" said her mother sharply.

"Maybe, you can play with her tomorrow." revised Genessa, with a somewhat unhappy sigh.

Holly smiled. "I'm good with the day after tomorow." she replied.

Genessa smiled back. "I'm good with that too."   she said.                                        

Friday, January 1, 2016

Payton and the New Year's Party

Today's story is by my daughter and I.

It was almost New Year's Eve. Mommy and Daddy were going to be having a big New Year's party. Five year old, Payton Grimes was so excited. "Should I wear my purple dress or my red dress to the party?" she asked eagerly.

Mommy laughed. "I'm sorry, honey, but you aren't coming to the party."

"What!" exclaimed Payton. "Where am I going to be?"

"You'll be in upstairs in your room." explained Daddy.

"But I want to go to the party!" Payton pouted.

"You're too young. It will be much too late for you. Maybe, when your older."

"You know, I am getting older every second. I will be older then." Payton stated hopefully. Mommy and Daddy just smiled.  That was the end of the discussion.  Payton didn't look forward to New Year's any more.

When New Year's Eve arrived at first Payton just listened to the noise from the party. There was a lot of laughing and talking and music, Payton was jealous.

Finally, she got a brilliant idea. She decided to have her own party. But who could she invite? Her friends wouldn't be allowed to come over so late or even stay up so late. She looked around her room. Wow! She sure had a lot of dolls and stuffed animals. Wait! That was a great idea. She could invite all her dolls and stuffed animals to the party.

She got out her crayons and paper. She sat down with them at her little table. She scribbled out invitations for all her guests and then handed them out.

After that, she got all her dolls and stuffed animals all ready for the party. She dressed all the dolls in their party clothes and brushed their hair. She brushed all the stuffed animals too. Then, she set out her toys dishes and toy food on the floor. She put all the dolls and stuffed animals in a circle around the dishes and she sat in the circle too.

"I'm so glad you could all make it to my New Year's Eve party." she announced gratefully. "Why Mr. Bear, you're looking very handsome today." she said to her favorite brown bear. "And Susie, is that a new dress you're wearing. It looks lovely on you." she told her favorite doll.

Payton partied with her toys and dolls for a while. They were having a lovely time. It was the party of the year according to Payton.

Then, they heard footsteps on the stairs. "Who can that be?" Payton asked her guests. "We didn't invited anybody else."

"Hello, honey." said Mommy sweetly as she poked her head into Payton's room.

Payton frowned at Mommy. "What are you doing here?" she asked.

"I thought you might like to come down and say hello to the party guests." explained Mommy.

Payton shook her head. "No thanks." she replied. "I'm having too much fun at my own party."