I often feel like I’m living inside a children’s book. Call is a coping mechanism for the craziness of life with four littles, but sometimes creating kids stories out of real life brings a level of sanity and humor to the day to day.
So, guess what happened yesterday?
Without further ado, I present you the story behind the picture:
Gevy and the Purple Marker
One afternoon, I was playing nicely in my sister's room when I little spider climbed up on the bed.
He said, "Hello!"
And I said, "Hello, Mr. Spider, it's nice to meet you, but please don't bother me, I'm playing nicely."
He said, "Kind girl, I really need your help for you are big and I am small, yet I have big dreams deep inside my heart."
“What do you dream of?" I asked the spider, only trying to be polite.
"I dream of being purple, just like your pretty purple marker on the floor..."
"Oh," I replied.
And then I continued playing nicely by myself. But, poor Mr. Spider began to cry, and cry, and cry.
I was afraid he'd wake up my baby brother, so I offered to help him, just this once.
I grabbed my purple marker and put a little on his back, but then his crying turned to laughter.
"That tickles!" He giggled.
I kept trying to color him purple, and he kept squiggling and jumping about.
I told him to lay down on the bed, and I'd try to finish his coloring, but he rolled some more.
Finally, I held him in my hand and colored his legs. Ha was so ticklish that he jumped onto my leg and rolled about some more, but I didn't give up. I kept coloring him until the job was done.
Mr. Spider’s dreams came true, and my sister was very mad. I think mom will understand.
is a writer & tired homeschooling mom of five.