I don’t get it , if grown ups can feel sad, why can’t we? Anyway, I don’t really feel sad, I just want this day to be over. My birthday is two days, sixteen hours and thirty three seconds – There is no point being smart if you can’t use it, and I do.
I know I drive my mum nuts but….. Amy sat and turned her back on Tigger, he was her favourite character and her best friend. It was her secret. If anyone else knew she had an invisible famous best friend she knew she would be laughed at and that wasn’t going to happen today when it was two days, fifteen hours, fifty minutes and fifty five seconds till BD.
She couldn’t wait until she was six years old. Then she would be allowed to do much more important and better stuff. She wanted to learn how to use an iPad, or a phone but everyone said five was too young. When she asked her bigger brother Josh how old she would have to be before that magic day arrived, he winked and whispered, “You will have to wait and see.”
At this moment in time with two days fifteen hours forty eight minutes and two seconds, she decided it was time to take a deep breath, suck it in and hope no one would remind her that her BD was happening. “Perhaps if I keep distracting them with silly questions then they will forget. I don’t want Josh to tease me again.” Amy said to the very stiff fat looking Winnie the Pooh.
She giggled and said, “You are just like Uncle George – you should go on a diet.”
For a while she sat there on the cool steel round-a-bout watching the other kids walk home with their mums. She wished her mum would hurry, but today was her day for volunteering in the kitchen. With any luck that would mean left over cookies for Amy and Josh.
She sat, with her feet dangling towards the ground flicking them backwards and forwards and trying not to think of anything at all. It was hard. Too hard, Amy decided.
She focused on solving the problem of Emma who had threatened to cut off Amy’s pig tails if she didn’t share her lunch with Emma tomorrow. Amy wondered what Josh would do, she would ask him.
Last time Josh had said, “you get in there first,” that was when Andre threatened to eat her icecream. Amy had swiped his and run away to eat it. She smiled at the memory it had been worth the tummy ache.
Cutting Emma’s pig tails was a scary thought but if it stopped Emma then it would be worth the punishment. She hoped.
“Hi Amy are you ready to leave?” Mum’s hand was warm after spending time washing dishes and pans.
Amy nodded and jumped off her round about seat.
“What were you thinking about?”
“Tigger and …. making some cards with my play sissors. ” She looked at her mum, “and trying not to think what will happen in two days fifteen hours and….”
Mum smiled, “I have no idea, but it will be interesting to see. But remember you have to be on your best behaviour.”
Amy’s smile faded, ah no she thought. This will make the next two days even worse and I’ll have to keep out of Emma’s way. Crossing her fingers of her free hand Amy smiled and said, “I’ll do my best.”
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that sounds like a scary little one! 🙂
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