Yesterday my mommy picked me up from school. She smiled when she saw me, and she rushed me to the car because everyone was honking and she was blocking the street. She asked me how my day was, and I told her about computer class and how we learned the letter T and how it’s really my letter because my middle name starts with the letter T, even though my teacher didn’t know, and I told her that I didn’t have lunch because we only had egg salad and tuna and egg salad and tuna are not my taste.
When we got home, Mommy made me a cream cheese sandwich and then she went straight to the computer. I wanted to tell her that I really wanted a pancake and not a sandwich, but Mommy looked so busy. So I ate my sandwich and watched Strawberry Shortcake. I love Strawberry Shortcake. Mommy tells me that girls are better than boys and I know that’s true because Strawberry Shortcake is the best kid in the whole entire world, and she’s a girl.
Later, I got thirsty, so I asked my mommy to get me a drink. She didn’t hear me because she was busy, so I asked her again. I was very thirsty. Mommy was still busy sending messages on her phone, and again she didn’t hear me. So I went down the stairs all by myself, even though nobody was downstairs and I was really scared. I went to the fridge and took out the water pitcher, and then I poured it into a plastic cup without even spilling a drop! Then I went back up the stairs really carefully and pressed the button that continues Strawberry Shortcake.
Today, my mommy picked me up from school. She smiled when she saw me, and she rushed me to the car because everyone was honking and she was blocking the street. She asked me how my day was, and I told her about the parshah and how Rivka got married to Yitzchak even though she was only three years old, and how we learned the letter U which is what our last name starts with, and even my teacher knew that, and I was so happy we had chicken nuggets for lunch. I love chicken nuggets.
When we got home, Mommy made me a salad and then put me Strawberry Shortcake on the computer. But then my show finished, so I asked my mommy to put me another one. She didn’t hear me because she was busy on her phone. My mommy has a lot of friends, and they’re always sending her messages. Sometimes she says that people are annoying her but sometimes she looks happy when her phone beeps. Now she looks happy, but she’s too busy smiling and pushing the buttons on her phone to put me another video.
“Mommy,” I say again, “Please put me another Strawberry Shortcake!”
Mommy looks up at me, like she’s seeing me for the first time. She smiles at me, and gives me a big hug. “I love you,” she says, and she picks me up real high. I like being picked up and I want her to do it again, but then Mommy puts me down and goes back to her phone.
My mommy is happy. She types on her phone, and she looks so happy. Her eyes are shining and her lips are closed but still raised up, like me when I want to smile about something special but I want even more to keep it a surprise.
My mommy’s phone is suddenly singing. There’s music on and she scoops me up and raises me to the ceiling. She swings me around and throws me up in the air, and she holds me close as we dance to the music she put on just for us.
Then we run to her bed and we jump up and down and up and down, and we laugh and sing and dance and dance. I don’t even care that it’s her music that she likes and not mine that I like. Because today my mommy is happy. She is happy cause she’s with me.