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Yeah. I wasn't one of those.
I tell you about the plight that befalls the unattended, in my monthly column, Memoirs of My America , featured today at FunnynotSlutty . Posting of my childhood misadventures -- about the days of figuring out life in America as a kid from another country -- is something I look forward to each month at FunnynotSlutty.
I hope you stop over and read my tale today, of The Unattended, and maybe you have a child like this? One who should never be left unsupervised.
*I've been blessed with a mini-me: my third boy who goes by the name of Auggie.
On my way and excited...
ReplyDelete(Also, slightly worried since neither of my kids are with me right now.)
boom. i was there and left my mark.
ReplyDeleteSo... she opened it with a twist of the knob? Does that mean it wasn't locked after all and your panic was for nothing?
ReplyDeleteGreat story, Alexandra... as always!
I both have and WAS this child.
ReplyDeleteMy sister and I wanted BBQ while my father was out. We couldn't light the charcoal with the candle we found, so we siphoned gas from the car and used that.
Lawn fires attract *a lot* of attention.
I'm on my way and I'll be back...
ReplyDeleteI went
ReplyDeleteI read
I loved it!
Thank you, Pat, you're always so supportive.
DeleteLoved your photos today, my boys really like them, too.
Going to check it out!
ReplyDeletePamela! Thank you for stopping by. I have to email you. I miss your blog, for some reason --my screen freezes on your home page.
DeleteI'm sure it's this old dinosaur computer of mine.
Loved your story.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Susan. I'm happy to have found a site where my stories feel like it's home.
DeleteYou're a book lover like me, and your site was one I find instantly addictive.
GREAT WORK!, and I can't wait to spend some more time there.
I tried to leave a comment over at funnynotslutty but it wouldn't let me...whatever...
ReplyDeleteI had to tell you how delightful your tale of woe was. I can totally relate as I try locking myself in bathrooms in my home all the time now too. However, your writing was beautiful, mesmerizing; I laughed out loud, and I could totally visualize little you ready to settle into your Twinkies and crayons. Lovely! Loved. It!
I'm lucky to know you, Sandra.
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A comment like this is exactly what keeps me plugging away: collecting my essays/stories.
Thank you so very much.