Halloween Mix-up
Hi! I saw you from across the street, and I just gotta say, I love your Halloween costume! It looks so realistic! I mean the fur and the teeth are really authentic. The mask even moves when you talk. It’s such a convincing werewolf, you’d almost think it’s real! Hahaha!! Honestly, it’s kinda creepy. It looks like you could eat me and my grandma up. Get it? Because l’m Little Red Riding Hood? And her whole story was…whatever you get it. You know I DIY’d my costume, and it took me HOURS, but it’s nowhere near as good as yours. Seriously, yours puts mine to shame. Heck, it puts everyone’s costume to shame. So did you buy it or do it yourself? (Don’t let him answer) I ALWAYS make my own because l’m so creative, but I understand that not everyone is as talented as me! Speaking of which, yours is so good you should enter the costume contest. I’d bet you win, which sucks for me, but hey maybe 1’11 get second, which is in some ways better than first. (giggles) You’ll have to tell me where you got your costume, so I can win next year. If you tell me 1′[1 invite you to my Halloween Party, which is going to be like totally cool, but if you don’t you can’t come! JK!!! Hahaha (Serious) But not really. So, tell me where did you get it? (He answers) Oh! You’re a real werewolf. (awkward silence) Whatever, you can still come to my Halloween Party.
Stuck Near the Middle
Well, you’re lucky, you only have one sibling. I have eight! And I’m the sixth child. I guess I can’t complain too much because there are some pros to being in the mid-pack, but there are definitely more cons. The pros? Well, I learn not to do stupid stuff by watching the failures and punishments my older siblings have received. Also, I’m not the test child, so my parents know how to raise me for the most part. But the cons…let me tell you. First, you have to learn to eat foster than it’s humanly possible to chew and swallow if you want more food, or the older ones will clean every bowl until there isn’t a scrap of food left; not even a spoon to lick. At number six, you’re still considered one of “the little ones.” This means you still have to go to bed early even when you’re bigger than half of the older ones and look like an eighteen-year-old at the age of ten. At the same time, I don’t get to reap the benefits of being a “little one” because l’m not the baby of the family and I get in trouble anytime one of my three younger siblings shout. Also, have you ever had five older siblings pick on you at the same time constantly? So, if you think you have it bad; think again.
Catch
Oh, I can’t wait! I am really excited. That yellow thing in her hand is my favorite. I love the way it flies through the air and then bounces off the mounds of grass. I can never figure out which way it is going to go. I am really excited. She’s about to throw it. She did it! Wait. What. Where did it go? Aw man, I lost it. Wait, how did she get it back so fast? Oh, she’s going to throw it again! It’s flying over me. Ugh. I missed it. There it goes. Whoa, down the hill…I’m slipping and sliding…got it in my mouth. Yuck. There are bits of dirt and weeds on it. But I am so, so good! And thirsty. So thirsty. Gotta get some water. I’ll just drop the yellow ball in my water dish, and yum. Cold, refreshing water. Okay, got the sloppy wet ball out of the dish and take it back to her. She doesn’t take it. She’s making a gross face. Why doesn’t she want to play now, Maybe she just needs a drink too.