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.
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!!”
