Things You Should Never Do to Your Mother
A Binky and Rachael Story
Once upon a time there was a little boy named Binky and a little girl named Rachael. Their sole purpose in life was to drive their mother absolutely crazy.
One lazy Saturday morning
with mom and big sister were safely downstairs watching television, it was time. Binky looked at Rachael and Rachael looked at Binky. What kind of trouble could they get into today? They both smiled.
Binky put his finger to his lips, “SSSHHHH, Rachael Pie, we can’t let Mom hear us. You take the laundry basket and I’ll use this box.”
At the landing, Binky carefully lined up the cardboard box with the laundry basket close behind.
Picking up his little sister, he put her into the laundry basket. His eyes were shining like new pennies. THIS WAS GOING TO BE FUN, FUN, FUN, AND FUN!
He climbed into the cardboard box and settled in. He grabbed a hold of Rachael’s basket. Rocking back and forth, the cardboard box and basket started to move.
Rachael joined in. It
made things go faster.
Inch by inch, the box got closer to the edge of the
“Hold on Rachael, here we go!"shouted Binky.
Binky was grinning from ear to ear. Sledding in the house. Should have thought of it sooner!”
“We’re almost there Rachael, keep rocking!”So Rachael kept rocking.
“Are you ready Rachael?” Binky asked again
Rachael nodded her head up and down. She was so excited she could hardly stay in the basket.
The box finally reached the edge.
Mom looked up. “Noooooo, don’t! Dropping her newspaper she made a mad dash for the stairs.
Too late. Leaving Rachael behind, Binky and his box slipped over the edge. Woooshhhh, bump bump bump down the stairs flew Binky in his cardboard box.
I AM GOING TO CRASH
WUMP, BUMP , CRASH! went the cardboard box as it hit the carpeting at the bottom of the stairs.
Binky flew out of the box and into the air,
Turned a somersault
And with a great “WHOOSH!” landed head first in the coat closet.
Staggering out of the closet, his eyes as big a
Binky watched Mom dash up the stairs.
Rachael was still inching the laundry basket closer and closer to the stairs. Grinning from ear to ear, this was going to be fun!.
Mom snatched her out of the basket just in the nick of time.
Rachael let out a mind numbing scream. She was hauled kicking and screaming down the stairs. “ Noooo I want to ride. I want to ride.”
A pale and shaken Binky walked up to his little sister. Patting her on the back, he whispered in her ear. “Don’t cry Rachael Pie. It wasn’t as much fun as I thought.”