Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Caught! - BFF 222


     When I was a little girl I had a play house in the backyard that my Dad and Grandpa built for me and my sister to play in.  It was filled with everything a little girl dreamed of for imaginative play.  There was a table and chairs, a play kitchen, beds for my dolls, and a little cabinet to keep my play dishes in.  I loved to go out there and play.  I would pretend I was the lady of the house taking care of all of my children.  One thing I loved more than anything when I was little was the yummy colorful marshmallows in the Lucky Charms cereal box.

    
         One summer day I stole the box of Lucky Charms from the kitchen and smuggled it out to my playhouse.  I sifted through the entire box and retrieved out every single marshmallow charm I could find.  I filled several of my toy dishes with them.  Then I hurried back into the house to put the box back where I found it.  No one would ever know I fancied as I raced back to the playhouse hell bent for election to devour all of the marshmallow charms in secret.







        I was sitting in my play house having a lively discussion with my dolls and literally inhaling the marshmallows when all of a sudden the door flew open.  Standing on the threshold was my mother and sister.  They both looked madder than hell and my sister had tears in her eyes as she pointed at me “That little pig stole all the marshmallow charms out of the box!!!  Now all that is left is the stupid cereal!!”



         My mother crossed the space between me and the door in what seemed like a matter of moments.  She pulled down my pants, whipped out her trusty plastic paint stick, and gave me a whipping I have never forgot while my sister looked triumphant from the door way.  I learned from that day forth to enjoy my Lucky Charms as General Mills intended with the marshmallows and oat cereal mixed together.  I may not have been caught with my hand in the cookie jar, but it was in the same neighborhood until next time when I give you another glimpse into the life of a trucker’s wife.

12 comments:

  1. It's so funny how kids think isn't it? Of COURSE you were gonna get caught. lol BTW, I love the marshmellows too. I saw a funny 'your eecard' on Pinterest about 'why do you mix in cereal with my Lucky Charms marshmellows?' or something like that. lol

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    1. JoJo, I couldn't have been very old when that happened. Preschool age maybe? Those marshmallows are good!!! Thank you for stopping by to read and for your comments!

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  2. Hi- i'm now a follower of your blog. I have many truck drivers in my family so it's a soft spot in my heart. When i was younger, during the summers my uncle would take me in his truck on long day runs. We would go from Dallas to Mississippi and i have a blast. My name is Holli and would love for you to follow me at www.hollishootsandhollers.blogspot.com

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    1. Holli, I am so happy to meet you and you just got yourself a new follower. My Dad was an over the road trucker all his life and all of my uncles were truck drivers at one point or other. Thank you for stopping by to read, comment, and follow!!

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  3. Ha! That was fun moment and thank you for sharing.

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    1. Journey of Life, I am so pleased you enjoyed it! Thank you for stopping by and for your comments!

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  4. Good Lawd!! Your own Scooby Doo moment. "I would've gotten away with it too if it hadn't been for my sister the snitch!!"

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    1. MouthyBarberMom, exactly! LOL If only I was an only child! LOLOL Thank you for stopping by to read and for your comments!!

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  5. You are exactly like my son used to be...all the goodies were snitched, if possible, as soon as my back was turned! No sharing in his mind, either.
    Good thing you got caught though, a tummy ache might have followed your little party.

    Love the new font, much better! ♥

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    1. Jo, I don't remember a tummy ache, but I do remember the butt whipping I got and why. I am glad you like the new font Jo. Thank you for stopping by to read and for your kind comments!!

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  6. Yes! Thank you for the new font!!! I can see so much better.

    Did your sister really call you a pig? LOL... Sounds like something my sisters and I would call each other.

    I love your story. It was so much fun and gave me a much needed giggle.

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    1. Darlene, I am happy to oblige! Actually knowing my sister she would have called me something much worse. Just didn't think it was necessary to share that for the story. Baby slop hog biTch was probably closer to reality. She has always hated my guts. Glad you got a giggle out of it. Thank you for stopping by to read and for your comments.

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