Tales of an Unimaginative Mom

Scene: music class, local community center. The class is singing the last part of Frere Jacques.

Greta: (teacher of 3-year-old Asher's class swaying in her tie dye and unshaven legs) "BE THE BELL! YOU'VE GOT TO TRUST YOURSELVES....JUST BE THE BELL! COME ON GROWNUPS, YOU NEED TO BE THE EXAMPLE TO YOUR KIDS...." Greta is looking directly at Asher's mom.

Asher: "Mama, I'm a bell!" as he sways back and forth so hard he falls over in delight.

Mom: Rolls eyes at Greta and then looks up at the clock for the hundredth time that hour.

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Scene: downstairs playroom

Mom: Walks downstairs to discover Asher has taken the mushy remains of his Life cereal and spread them all over his train tracks. "What did you do?" she asks in a horrified voice.

Asher: "Mudslide!"

Mom: "You are soooo cleaning that up, buddy!"

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Scene: local playground, lovely April afternoon

Mom: "Asher, it's time to go home."

Asher: "Ok. Come on Guys....let's go!" Asher motions with his hand and then heads in the direction of home.

Mom: Looks puzzled as she thought they were alone on the playground. She examines the play equipment up and down for hiding children until it occurs to her that her child has a pack of imaginary playmates.