The Story of Summer

Once upon a time there was a mommy who signed her child up to do fun activities. Fun activities he asked and said he wanted to do. Each night before the fun activities, the mommy would prepare all the needed things. Clothes picked out. Snacks packed. Alarms set so the mommy wouldn’t oversleep (as if that were even possible for a mommy of small children with no reverence for sleeping in).

In the morning, the child, who would cheetah sprint from one side of the house to the other when it was time to get ready for bed, more resembled a snail. Who often said he wanted to do things by himself, now insisted, “I can’t!”

The mommy, desperate to be on time, asked nicely. Then less nicely. Then the begging (bribing?) started. Still, the child was a whiny snail. The mommy suggested the child didn’t want to do the fun activities. The snail child claimed he did.

The mommy’s early morning shower now a waste, everyone somehow ended up safely buckled into the car.

Arriving at their destination, from the back seat the child said, “Mommy, I’m happy!”

Which is why they continued to sign up for the fun activities.

The End (until fall)