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Topic: QUESTION (S) (05/30/19)
- TITLE: Just One More
By Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom
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Sighing, Mommy pushed the chopped vegetables into the salad bowl. â€œIâ€™m ironing. What are you doing?â€
Wrigley crumpled her eyebrows and pursed her lips. â€œThe iron boardâ€™s not out and you got a knife.â€ Wrigley tapped her finger against her chin. â€œDoesnâ€™t look like ironinâ€™.â€
â€œYouâ€™re right. I was being facetious. Iâ€™m really making dinner.â€ Mommy wiped her hands with a dish towel.
Tapping her finger on her chin again, Wrigley said, â€œWhatâ€™s fa-sea-jits?
Mommy rubbed her fingers in little circles on her forehead. â€œItâ€™s a way big people make jokes. Kind of like sarcastic or sardonic, but more funny than mean. Usually sarcastic is trying to be funny in a almost mocking way, while sardonic is funny in a skeptical way.â€
Tapping her chin again, Wrigley said, â€œSo itâ€™s not lyinâ€™? Cuz tech-nickel-lee, it wasn't funny.â€ While her finger kept tapping her chin, Wrigley stared at Mommy.
As Mommy squirted dish soap into the sink of hot water, she sighed again. â€œItâ€™s something your Grandma used to say whenever anyone asked what she was doing, especially when it was obvious what she was doing. I guess it was her way to get little girls to stop bugging her with questions.â€
â€œWhat little girls used to bug her?â€
â€œMe and Aunt Jaci.â€
Suddenly, Wrigley squeezed her knees together and started wiggling.
Mommy asked, â€œDo you have to go potty?â€
Wrigley shook her head but started bouncing harder.
â€œAre you sure?â€
â€œNo, I gotta go. Now!â€ Wrigley turned and ran towards the bathroom. Behind her, she heard Mom shout, â€œDonâ€™t forget to wipe. Front to back. And flush the toilet. And wash your hands. With soap.â€ As Wrigley reached the bathroom door, she heard Mommy mutter, â€œMaybe now I can get some peace!â€
Soon Wrigley was skipping back to the kitchen and climbing up on a big stool. She tapped Mommyâ€™s belly. â€œMommy! Mommy! Mommy!â€
Bending over, Mommy poked a finger into Wrigleyâ€™s arm. â€œWrigley! Wrigley! Wrigley!â€
Tapping her chin, Wrigley asked, â€œAre you beinâ€™ fa-sea-jits, sor-ry-don-cal, or sar-cars-tick?â€
Once more, Mommy sighed, â€œIâ€™m not sure, anymore.â€ She pulled out a chair and plopped into it.
Tap, tap, tap. â€œI think you was being sar-cars-tick cuz you were mocking me.â€
â€œSorry, Punkin, Iâ€™ve had a really long day. Why donâ€™t you go play?â€
â€œBut, Mommy! I have a â€˜portant question." Wrigley looked at Mommy, stuck out her lower lip, and gave her the best puppy-face-look ever.
Mommy chuckled, â€œOkay. Just one more.â€
Wrigley grinned. â€œWill there be potties in heaven?â€
Mommy plopped her head down on the table. â€œI donâ€™t know.â€
â€œBut why not? Mommies know everything.â€ Wrigley tilted her head and blinked her eyes three times really fast.
Groaning, Mommy lifted her head. â€œBecause no one has gone to heaven and come back to tell others what itâ€™s like.â€
â€œNa-huh. Jesus been to heaven and come back. So why didnâ€™t he tell everyone?â€
Mommy plopped her head on the table again. â€œI donâ€™t know. Iâ€™m sorry. Mommies donâ€™t know everything.â€
Tap, tap, tap. â€œThatâ€™s fair, I guess.â€
Mommy smiled at Wrigley. â€œYou said youâ€™d go play if I answered one more question.â€
Frowning, Wrigley crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows. â€œBut it doesnâ€™t count cuz you didnâ€™t know.â€
Wiggling her pointer finger, Mommy said, â€œJust one more!â€
Wrigley nibbled on her lower lip. She thought and thought. It had to be the perfect last question. â€œWhyâ€™s the sky blue?"
â€œBecause thatâ€™s the way God wanted it.â€
â€œOh. Okay.â€ Wrigley tilted her head. â€œI think Daddy's home!â€
She sprinted to the door, hugged him, and said, â€œDaddy, can I ask you a question?â€ She wasnâ€™t positive, but she thought she heard Mommy laughing in the kitchen.
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