“Mama! Me an’ Mary are runnin’ away!” Billy exclaimed, holding up Daddy’s lunch pail. “See, and we gots everything we’re gonna need!”
Mama peered into the pail. Some little panties, two pair of Billy’s socks, a jar of pickles, and little Dolly.
“Well, Billy, where are you and Mary going?”
“We’re goin’ far, far away!” Billy closed the lunch pail.
“Far ‘way, Mama!” Mary echoed. “I gots Dolly with me, so’s I sleep good.” She nodded seriously.
“Where abouts is far far away, Billy?”
“Way over there, Mama!” He pointed to the barn.
“Over there!” Mary repeated.
She gave them each a kiss, and they set on their way.
As she walked back to the house, Mama heard Billy call over his shoulder. “Be sure to call us for dinner, ‘kay?”
hahaha who knew far far away was so close
ReplyDeleteRunning away may mean something minor. Fortunately, my siblings never went very far at all.
DeleteOnly in the minds of kids can this ever be considered. Thanks for posting. Have a terrific weekend.
ReplyDeleteI love, love, love this post!
ReplyDeleteSummer--Oh, I mentally run away when I look at some blogs with lovely photos.
DeleteInger--So glad you check in on my. I enjoy your desert experiences!
Sorry I've been such a stranger lately, Susan. I've been on a leave of absence from the internet and from work. I got laid off three months ago, but just landed a wonderful job "onshore". That's right, no more month-long hitches offshore for me! It's 8 to 5 from here on in!
ReplyDeleteIt's a pleasant treat reading you little stories. I'll try to be more proactive in the future since life have given me a little bowl of cherries.
Your stories are so wonderful.
Take care,
Jackie
It is great to see your name, Jackie!! Glad your job has you working closer to home. Thanks for checking in on me.
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ReplyDeleteI loved. It!
ReplyDeleteDelores--does this bring back any memories?
DeleteArleen--Glad you enjoyed a brief trip to childhood. I enjoyed remembering my siblings at this age.
Haha, very sweet! My daughter was bound and determined to run away one time to the New Family Store. She asked me to drive her there and everything. She was very stubborn, and the charade went on way longer than I figured it would before she decided to stay with us. She was so incredibly serious through the whole thing, all business, bundled up in her three whole years. There was no yelling or crying or fighting involved. Your story reminded me of it; haven't thought of it in a couple years. :)
ReplyDeleteThree year-olds can be very determined. My mom usually let this play out.
DeleteThis brings back some memories. My youngest brother apparently rebelled after being asked to peel potatoes again, and announced that he was going to run away and steal food from the campers. I don't know what stopped him, but I feel confident that he would have done just that. And done it well.
ReplyDeleteLovely story. Thank you.
He must have been a holy terror...Glad you enjoyed the memories.
DeleteDear Susan, this brought a smile to my face. Such innocence. Peace.
ReplyDeleteAwww this is the sweetest post!
ReplyDeleteBlessings, Joanne
Dee--children have such a simple view of running away, don't they?
DeleteJoanne--Glad you enjoyed a smile or two at my siblings.
You are queen of dialogue, Susan.
ReplyDeleteAw, that's a sweet story. :)
ReplyDeleteZoanna--I hear their voices in my head; not in a mentally unstable way, but it is part of a memory that I can call up.
DeleteEagle--Thanks for enjoying whimsical childhood.
Pickles...of course. My grandson would be in agreement that they would be necessary for survival 'far away'. Lovely story and photo.
ReplyDeletePickles were on the most accessible for them. Who knows? Next time it might be soy sauce.
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ReplyDeleteLovely story, I love the ideas that kids cook up, especially when siblings put their heads together! And what a photo!
ReplyDeleteOh, Bill and Mary were creative! They were so cute, altho at the time I didn't think that.
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