Writing On The Wall
>> 6.7.09
A weary mother returned from the store,Lugging groceries through the kitchen door. Awaiting her arrival was her 8 year old son, anxious to relate what his younger brother had done.
"While I was out playing and Dad was on a call,T.J. took his crayons and wrote on the wall! It's on the new paper you just hung in the den. I told him you'd be mad at having to do it again."
She let out a moan and furrowed her brow,"Where is your little brother right now?" She emptied her arms and with a purposeful stride, she marched to his closet where he had gone to hide.
She called his full name as she entered his room. He trembled with fear--he knew that meant doom! For the next ten minutes, she ranted and raved about the expensive wallpaper and how she had saved.
