Telling Tales

This story has been told in my family for a long time. It is a story about me when I was 2. The first time I heard it I laughed my head off.

I was having a great day. The sun was bright. I was playing a game while my mom was working upstairs. I played and played… until I decided to try to open the fridge. I pulled and pulled and finally was able to yank it open. Wow. I looked at all the yummy foods. I thought, “Should I take the berries or the yogurt?” Then my eyes were caught by a big bowl full of red jello with floating mandarin oranges in.

Meanwhile, my mom was upstairs thinking of how awfully quiet it was downstairs. She decided she would go downstairs after she finished her scrapbook page.

I stuck my hands in the jello and ate every one of the mandarin oranges from the jello. And then I thought of a new game. “Hmmmm.” I thought about it, and then I did it. I put…

She finally finished. “Now I can check on Ryan.” She took a step down the stairs.

I was having a blast. This was so much more fun than that other game. I heard a footstep. It was coming from the stairs. I put on my innocent face.

The first thing she noticed when she got to the bottom step was my innocent face. That face told her something was seriously wrong. She ran into the kitchen to find …

“Red jello all over the walls and furniture!! R Y A N ” she said very slowly. I cried as she put me in timeout. My mom had to scrub the couches, the stairs and the walls, and of course my hands and hair. I apologized to my mom that night. “Sowey, mommy.”