Friday, August 25, 2006
A bedtime tale for you . . .
Once upon a time, not so very long ago, in a place too close to home, there were two lonely cups of orange JELL-O ®. These two orange JELL-O cups aspired to greatness and would discuss daily how they could achieve such a lofty goal. One beautiful summer day at noon they were greeted with the opportunity when two willing participants, Gabbers and Pookie, came into their lives. Gabbers and Pookie were the perfect subjects to help them. For you see, Gabbers and Pookie rarely came in contact with orange JELL-O —for that matter, JELL-O of any flavor. This beautiful summer day started with a very nice combined neighborhood yard sale with Pookie and Gabbers’s mommy and Ben’s mommy. Pookie and Gabbers had lots of fun playing with the neighbor children, Adam and Ben during the yard sale.
As lunchtime approached, Adam’s mommy brought out a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for Adam. Suddenly Pookie, Gabbers, and even toddler Ben, jumped poor Adam like a pack of wolves trying to devour his peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Adam’s mommy decided to make one for each of them. Pookie, Gabbers, Ben and Adam happily and somewhat messily enjoyed their own peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. As Pookie and Gabbers were finishing up their sandwiches, their mommy told them it was time to go home for naps. Adam’s mommy told them they could each take a cup of orange JELL-O with them if it was okay with their mommy. Pookie and Gabbers’s mommy agreed.
Pookie and Gabbers were elated to have such a yummy treat after such a fun morning. They happily skipped across the lawn back to their house. As Pookie and Gabbers got inside, their mommy opened their orange JELL-O cups for them and had a teeny-tiny spoonful out of each one (to check for doneness of course) and sat them (Pookie and Gabbers) down at the dining table to eat.
Their mommy said, “Pookie and Gabbers, I’ll be right back. I’m going to go get Bun from Adam’s mommy and bring him home. Stay right here with your orange JELL-O.”
Foolish Mommy should’ve said,
“Eat your orange JELL-O. And do not get out of your chairs. Please don’t decide it’s a good idea to lock the screen door as soon as Mommy leaves the house and then shut the front door and not know how to open it again. And if you can sense that Mommy and Adam’s mommy are concerned when they are talking to you through the door and then later through the window and air conditioner and you then realize you’re home alone and locked inside with four men trying to take off the screen storm door including Daddy’s former commander, do not decide it would be a grand idea to smear orange JELL-O all over the dining chairs, the entryway, the kitchen, and the stairs, Mommy’s special memory quilt, and Mae. You see, kitties don’t like to be covered in super sticky orange JELL-O.”
Pookie and Gabbers sadly have been forbidden to partake of orange JELL-O for a very, very, very, very, very long time. But there is a happy ending . . .
Mommy’s floors have now been mopped for the third time in 24-hours and they are super-clean. And they all lived happily ever after . . . well, until naptime was over.