Please, God, let my parents come and beat her up.
We’d had a sword fight with pencils, she and I. And Mrs. Smith rapped my 8-year-old knuckles.
But not hers.
So I turned around and scribbled on her picture.
And . . .
continued over at Laura Rath’s in my post titled “On the Path to Perfect” for her Comparison Series.
Word Count: 40
Today’s Reading: 1 Corinthians 1 – 8
In the stillness,
Linking with Holley, Jennifer, Emily, and Lyli