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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: On the Telephone (11/18/10)

TITLE: The Little Imitator
By Fern Brown


The Little Imitator

Jason sent text messages all morning while he was running his delivery route for the landscaping company. "Hi Hon, what are you doing now?" He knew his wife was home-schooling five of their children while trying to occupy Jason Jr. and Lillie, but he needed another distraction to break the monotony of driving alone.

"The same thing I was doing ten minutes ago, Sweetheart. I'm glad you're not demanding."

"Demanding what?"

"If you were a demanding husband, I'd be in trouble. I can't get anything done when I’m on the phone all day long."

"Do you want me to stop texting you?" Jason responded.

"Are you driving? Then, yes, stop texting me. It's dangerous and I need you to live and help me take care of these children."

"Okay. Bye."

Fifteen minutes later the phone jangled. "Daddy," two-year old Jason’s face lit up, as he and Lillie raced for mommy’s cell phone.

"Hi, Honey. You call so often little Jason recognizes your special ring tone.”

"Smart boy - just like his daddy. I wanted to let you know I'll be home early today. One of my deliveries was just cancelled."

“That’s great. We’ll have an early supper and relax the rest of the day. You’re right! Your son is more like you than you realize.”

The door squeaked as it opened. Little Jason, their only boy, jumped up, ran to greet Daddy and hugged his legs tightly, causing him to almost lose his balance. “Hey, little man, are you trying to knock me off my feet?”

“Daddy – me – go for ride?” His innocent, expectant, adoring eyes pleaded.

“Hon, do you need anything from the store? Jason wants to go for a ride.”

“I’ve made a list of a few things, if you want to pick them up.”

Little Jason grabbed several hotwheel cars and trucks to play with in the van. As Daddy buckled him in the car seat, Jason said, “Ouch,” and pulled a cell phone out from under him, scattering his other toys all over the back seat. “Uh-oh”.

Daddy watched as Jason held the phone with both hands, looked at the buttons and started punching them purposefully.

“What are you doing, Jason? Calling Mommy?”

Jason teasingly smiled into his Daddy’s eyes and replied, “Texting.”

It was Daddy’s turn to say, “Uh-oh.”

Psalm 19:14KJV Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O Lord, my strength, and my redeemer.

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Noel Mitaxa 11/25/10
Lots of life here that's well-drawn, with a great slightly -signposted twist at the close. Good work.
Verna Mull 11/26/10
Very cute!
Gregory Kane11/26/10
A thoroughly delightful story. I wonder where his random text message ended up?!
Brenda Rice 11/28/10
Very well done. I enjoyed reading this. Sounded like real life to me.
Mildred Sheldon11/29/10
Thank you for the little imitator. Very enjoyable read. Children learn by observation.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 11/30/10
This is a cite story. I think most parents have had that oh no moment when they realize the little one might not be copying our best habits. You did a great job with this one. Great message.
Nancy Sullivan 12/02/10
This one reminds me of my 22-month-old grandson who is really into cell phones. Very cute story. Congratulations on placing this week.