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Story-A Play house
Oh boy now we get a real playhouse, me and my sister...daddy is building himself !
We have a field of very tall grass next to our house, and my sister and I go trample down the grass and make rooms, like a frontroom, a kitchen and a bedroom...and we bring our dolls and blankets and pretend it is our house. Mommy even comes there and she brings us our lunch and we all hide and eat and no one can see us.
Mommy says she worries sometimes because she can't see us, but she can see the tall grass moving so knows we are okay. She does worry though cause on the other side of the field is the railroad tracks,but we know not to go there (hee hee) we also know she can't see us. It's fun to find your way through the field,but sometimes it scars us because we get lost in there, but figured out to turn around and follow the smashed down grass.
One time we ran home so fast on the sidewalk cause this man was in his car and he stopped and asked us for directions and told us to stand on the runningboard cause he couldn't hear us...I was the oldest and taller so I did...and he was playing with his "thing"...I knew that was bad so I screamed RUN ! We never told mom though, we were too afraid we would be in trouble cause we went out of the field.
It was a nice sound this morning when I woke up , hearing my daddies saw making noise and I like the smell of the wood and the sound of the hammer. It is not as tall as he is though so he said he would put the roof on last... it even is going to have one real glass window and mom is making the curtains.
My sister and I went to the store for the first time alone , mommy was baking and she needed some butter ( you know that new stuff that is white and you mix the yellow with) and canned milk.
We have walked there with her many times and she made a list for the grocery store man. It was hot and we didn't wear our shoes and we held hands the whole way. Some of our neighbors have gardens and we picked some pea's on the way back and were busy playing "don't step on a crack and break your mother's back".
All of a sudden I stepped on a snake and screamed bloody murder...I was worried it would bite my sister so I threw the canned milk at it many times, but kept missing and then the can got bent...so ran home and told mommy. She went there but the snake was gone and she said it was ok, it was a garden snake and they are good and wouldn't bite...but I still can't stand them. It felt warm and soft and gushy...eeek.
Well daddy is also making us a stove, and a icebox, and a chair and a bed for our dolls. I think mom is happy because now we can keep our toys out there and her house will be cleaner. She sews all our clothes so she said she would make us a tablecloth and some blankets for the bed. Maybe we can live out there...that would be fun except for the night time...
Daddies are very special and I Love mine so much. He used to play football when he was in High school and he is very strong and handsome....that's where my mommy met him. They told us they had to walk to school, even in the snow and that their mommies gave them a baked, hot potato to help keep them warm and then they had it for lunch...but we take sandwiches to our school and we get a glass bottle of milk. My daddy is tall and has very strong legs and hands and even has hair on his chest, but I like it. He is fun to play with and wrestles with us on the floor and tickles us. My sister is so very ticklish, but I am not so.
I am very Happy...:o)