three
“Don’t make me count
to three,” my mother warned.
Make her? Why would I make her?
And if I do then what happens? Does the sky fall down- is that why she doesn’t
want me to make her do it? Or worse- is three like a code signal for the alien
invaders who are hanging back, just waiting for her to say the word?
“One,”
she began, hands fixed on her hips.
Better not risk it, I
thought, jumping down off my bike. The
fate of the world might be riding on me.
Have a great day!
We'd wished it was the fate of the world. Sadly, it was only our fate.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE this!
ReplyDeleteVery amazing, Melanie...
ReplyDeleteI never got the actual words... it was 'The LOOK" that stopped me in my tracks.
LOL. I always tell my kids and students don't make me count to one. It works.
ReplyDeleteOr the, "wait until your father gets home"... :-O
ReplyDeleteLove it.
ReplyDeleteHahaha I love that!
ReplyDeleteWith me it was "count to 10"-- I guess my kids needed a few more seconds to reflect.
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