PHOTO PROMPT © Yarnspinnerr
“Wait ‘til your father gets home!”
I’m not sure what I’ve done this time, but something tells me it has to do with the baseball I just hit.
“How many times have I told you not to play ball so close to the house?”
Too many.
Against my better judgement, I run toward the porch. I’d rather hide at Billy’s house.
Mom’s pointing up.
I gawk and shudder.
The ceiling fan looks like the very claw approaching me—Mom’s hand.
She grabs my hair and pulls me inside. “Go to your room!”
Why, oh, why didn’t I hide at Billy’s?
THE END
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Of course, even hiding at Billy’s he’d be found
True, Neil. It never worked for long, did it? 🙂
Those dreaded words–“Just wait till your father gets home!” I wonder if fathers ever got tired of being the threat.
Miscreants are always caught. It gives Mom a reason to not fix the fan.
We’ve all done something like that as kids. It passes. Then we become our parents and mete out the same disciple to our own.
This had an oh so familiar ring about it. I remember long afternoons filled with dread at the homecoming of our father after an enjoyable bout of morning mischief-making.
Brings back memories of the smashed garage windows and my football (soccer) days in the garden! Nice story Jan 🙂
Dear Jan,
Those of us who mothered boys can relate to this, can’t we? Love it.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Oh dear – but I think he deserved to get caught. 🙂
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
Hehe.
What a lovely, fun story. Thanks for the smile, Jan.🙂
Ah man… I never did get that “wait till your father gets home” thing… So not fair to dad. But as the mother of boys with two broken doors to prove it… I am right there in this story!
(you just dropped your “r” on your ;0) )
You’ve written this with a lovely, deft touch. It brought a smile to my lips!
Wait til your father gets home!!! The waiting was half the punishment! Good one Jan
These moms, I tell you…Coincidentally, I too came up with a similar scenario, in spirit at least 🙂
A very fun read.
Ugh, he did it again.
Yet kids will be kids.
Let go of the hair, though. Okay?
Randy
Wait till the bad cop gets home is more like it. I think we switched between the good-cop/bad-cop a bit in order to just mix it up 🙂 Nicely done.
Reminds me of my grandson when he’s pretending he doesn’t know he broke something by knocking it over with a ball he’s not allowed to play with in the house, while the ball’s in his hand!
The initial threat draws you in. I am sure his father done something similar once – so why worry, he hopes. A fun read.
Oh dear trouble ahead but if his dd’s anything like mine was he’ll appreciate what a shot it must have been to do the damage.