My mommy is different.
She taught me to read when I was only four. We sit in her bed together and each read our own books (Mommy makes me sound out words when I donít know them) and we eat melted M&Mís. Itís my favorite thing to do.
She puts on Sesame Street records and plays Tiger Hunt with us. Mommy knows every single song. Sometimes she moves the furniture around in the living room and builds tents. We play in them all day and listen to the records. My favorite is Oscar the Grouch.
When it rains God makes the biggest, deepest mud puddle everÖ right in our front yard! My brother and I spend all day making pies and cakes. Itís lots of fun. My mommy doesnít get upset; she just gets out the garden hose. We stand out on the lawn while she hoses us down with icy well-water. Then we have to strip and she scoops us up and dumps us in the bathtub for a long pruny soak.
Mommy doesnít ever go to the stores to buy stuff for us, instead she goes to garage sales all summer. We get piles of presents for birthdays and Christmas. Our clothes arenít new either, but sometimes Mommy makes dresses for me. The dresses she makes are my favorites.
We donít have many toys, so we play in the haymow or with the kittens. I help with the garden and pick berries and feed the animals, too. I even get to feed and water my own pony. Mommy lets me take a book out and read it while I lay on my pony. Thatís my favorite thing to do! Sometimes I fall asleep on her. My pony, I mean.
Mommy only spends ten dollars a month on groceries. We have a big garden and the cellar is full of canned jars of vegetables, berries, fruit, and even meat. The freezers in the woodshed are stuffed too. Daddy hunts real good and sometimes he works at the neighborís dairy farm. They give us free fresh milk every day. A whole gallon with cream still in it! We have cows, pigs, chickens, and turkeys for meat and eggs.
Our drafty old farmhouse is so cold when we get up in the morning. Mommy builds a tent over one heat register and hangs our clothes over another one. She brings our breakfast to us and we eat under the tent too.
When the winter gets terribly cold Mommy pulls the clothes dryer out from the wall and puts a blanket over the back. We all sit under the tent and readÖ and Mommy melts M&Mís on the dryer vent. (We really like M&Mís ... oh, and tents too!)
In the winter we go out to the Sugarbush. Mommy, Grandma, Daddy, and Grandpa collect the sap from maple trees and boil it down to make maple syrup. Mommy makes snow candy for us with the syrup. YUM! My favorite thing to do is to ride on the sled behind Grandpaís workhorses! I close my eyes and listen to their hooves (big as my head!) crunching in the snow. Their whickers and snorts make my ponyís whinnies sound silly. And they eat all the time. Mommy says I eat like a horse, but I think she means a pony.
Mommy takes me to the doctorís office every month to get allergy shots because I am allergic to bees. Then she takes me out for ice cream to help the hurt go away. We still get to go to Grandpaís Honey House in the summer though. Itís hot and sticky with lots of bees flying everywhere and smells sweet and smoky. My favorite thing is to eat the honey still in the comb.
The Honey House used to be Grandpaís schoolhouse when he was littler than me. It still has an old hand pump in the front and an outhouse in the back. Thatís where we go to the bathroom. (It stinks and has spiders.) We wash at the pump, but we canít drink the water. Mommy says it isnít good water, but when she wasnít looking I sneaked a taste and it seemed fine to me.
Sometimes my mommy cries because I hurt all over from the Arthritis. I donít like making her so sad. So I smile even when it hurts real bad and I try to make her smile too. She always smiles for me.
My mommy is my favoritest favorite.
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