My mom wrote me this email today. It's about my six year old sister, Jo. I have made some edits concerning grammar, typos, punctuation, etc.
Todays' Strange Story:
Todays' Strange Story:
I was doing some spring cleaning on the front porch "after school" today. Jo was hanging out, enjoying the warm sun, stomping in last bits of snow and talking to passing cats.
She seizes upon an object she sees on Allen's (Allen is the house directly next to ours) lawn and brings it to me asking "Do you know who this belongs to?"
It's a pencil.
I admitted I had no clue and semi ignore her as she babbles on about various ways the pencil might have been lost and by whom. "You know what we should do?" she asks me. Because I am concentrating on some glamorous cleaning task, I didn't think before I spoke and said "No, what?"
She seizes upon an object she sees on Allen's (Allen is the house directly next to ours) lawn and brings it to me asking "Do you know who this belongs to?"
It's a pencil.
I admitted I had no clue and semi ignore her as she babbles on about various ways the pencil might have been lost and by whom. "You know what we should do?" she asks me. Because I am concentrating on some glamorous cleaning task, I didn't think before I spoke and said "No, what?"
"We should draw a picture of the pencil. or maybe take a picture. And put it on a poster and......" Fill in about three minutes of goofy drivel in which Jo describes an elaborate scheme to return the pencil to its, no doubt distraught, owner.
I assured her that wasn't necessary and not to worry, just put the pencil back if she was worried and maybe its owner would pass by and notice it.
I finish the clean up. We go in. I start whipping up some supper and Jo watches TV.
About 45 minutes pass. Then the doorbell rings.
About 45 minutes pass. Then the doorbell rings.
An embarrassed looking Olivia (our neighbour, who sometimes babysits the following two children) is with Ivor and Miranda. Now Miranda (age 5) has the pencil and is waving it at me: "Is this yours? Do you know whose pencil this is?"
I resisted the urge to say "I have no f*%$ing clue and I don't care." Ivor (age 1) comes in to visit the dog and Miranda just keeps going on about this orphaned pencil.
As Olivia was dragging them both back down the steps I told her about Jo's earlier pencil issues. We agreed that it could never be said of the children of today failed to really care about pencils.
As Olivia was dragging them both back down the steps I told her about Jo's earlier pencil issues. We agreed that it could never be said of the children of today failed to really care about pencils.
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