“I made you a peanut butter sandwich”, Timmy’s mother said as she walked out of the baby’s room holding Timmy’s sister, Sarah. “It’s on the table.”
“But I hate peanut butter, Momma”, Timmy cried. “You know I hate it”.
“No, Timmy. You don’t hate peanut butter. It’s peanut brittle that you don’t like”, she said smiling as she put Sarah in her high chair and poured him a glass of milk.
“Oh yeah, you’re right Momma. I do like peanut butter”, Timmy exclaimed as he took a bite of his sandwich. “It’s real good”, he said with a mouthful of food.
“Now don’t talk with your mouth full”, Timmy’s mother reminded him. “And eat quickly, because we have somewhere important to go when you’re finished”.
“We do?” Timmy said again with a mouth full of food.
“Timmy, don’t talk with your mouth full”.
“It’s okay. Watch Sarah while I go change my dress”, she said in a whisper, not wanting to alarm Sarah. Lately, anytime she left the room, the baby would cry almost immediately. She was a year old, and hated to be separated from her mother.
“Sarah, we’re going bye-bye. Do you want to go bye-bye?” Timmy asked her. She wasn’t talking yet, but nodded her head several times and then began to stand up in her chair.
“No, no Sarah, sit down”, Timmy said sternly. “Momma will get you out in a minute, okay?” he added. He played peek-a-boo with her for several minutes, making her laugh and kick her legs in excitement. He loved hearing her laugh.
“Okay, I’m ready!” Momma said as she walked back in the kitchen. She had on a plain green dress, black pumps and earrings that matched her dress.
“Let’s get you outta this chair”, she said to Sarah. “Timmy, go use the bathroom and wash your hands before we go”.
“Yes mam”, he said as he hurried down the hall. “Where are we going?”
“You’ll see in a just a bit”, Momma said. “It’s a surprise!”
to be continued…