Thursday, October 23, 2008

A Child's Testament to Her Mother's Cleaning Prowess

Ok, usually this blog is my chance to write write write. But yesterday and today I was thinking about a story that Megan wrote last year in fourth grade. I didn't see it until the year was over and she brought home a portfolio of her writing. When I found it, I laughed myself silly. I cringed at the thought of my colleagues at school reading her story and wondering how much of it was based on reality. However, I was taking a class with two of the fourth grade teachers at the time that I found it, so I took it to class and shared it with them. (Yeah, that's me. Worry what someone may think about the writing then take it to them and show them. Illogical, but transparency makes me feel more secure.)

Anyway, I thought I'd share it here on my blog. I absolutely love it.

THE MISSING SOCKS

"OH NO!" My sister herd me say those words and ran as fast as a herd of cattle. When she got there she sputtered, "What's rong." I shouted, "All the socks are gone!" I bolted into the living room and sat on the couch that was millions of dolars. When Allison my sister came she sat down with me. We sat there for an hour or two before Allison suggested, "look in the dryer." I hurried to the dryer. bang, I opened dryer. Then I mumbled, "Nothing not even a speck of dust is hear." We ran to are mom's bedroom and yelled, "We have no socks." My mom leaped out of bed like a frog and groaned, "I have not washed socks in 11 or 10 weeks." We gasped as bad as a sparow. After a tiring long week we finaly found fresh, clean, and nonstinkey socks. My sister had 3 pares of difrent colored socks in her drawrs but not mine. The socks were green with ivory, blue with spots, and white. I grabed a pare of clean emarold green socks out of the royal blue clean basket. I yelled, "yes, victory, I found my socks." My mom screemed, "Finally you found your socks." From that day on tiered, old, but roudy mom checked our londry basket for any socks and then washed the socks.

2 comments:

Dee from Downunder said...

Great story. Sounds like my house.. where do those sock go???

Hillary said...

Stupid socks, lol.

In MY house, they go under the seat of the car! Ok, that's not IN my house...but close enough. The girls get in the car at the end of the day and off come the shoes and socks. And do they EVER get carried in the same day? No way. There's usually a couple weeks of socks out there and I have to issue a decree to get them inside the house.

But how does just ONE sock go missing. They're taken off in the same place. So why does one go away and the other one stick around? It makes no sense.