It’s the box

A big package comes in the mail.
Is it for me? I ask Dad.
“No,” Dad says. And takes out the part of a car. “But you can have the box.”
That’s even better, I think.

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Basement adventure

Where’s Dad, I wonder. In his work shop, I think.
I open the door to the basement and head down the stairs. I can’t open the door to the garage. So I turn right.
And walk through basement. In the dark. Past shadows and shapes. Of things.
A big box hums. Loudly. I am scared. I run past [...]

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Lite brite art

I group bulbs of color on my peg board.
Red here. Green there. Blue and yellow on the other side.
“You know,” Dad says. “You can make shapes, too.”
“Like this,” he says. And makes a ship.
“And this,” he says. And makes a horse.
I stare in awe.
Dad is so cool.

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People are like balloons

Mom and I walk across a parking lot. A car comes toward us.
“Hold my hand,” Mom says.
I reach up and grab her fingers. Yeah, I say. We don’t want to get squished.
“No, we don’t,” Mom agrees.
Then Dad would have to blow us back up again, I say.

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Fishing practice

Dad grabs two fishing rods out of the shed. One for him. And one for me.
He takes them to the front yard.
And teaches me to cast.

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My prince is gone

Dad and I watch Snow White. In the end, she lives happily ever after.
I want to live in a castle, I sigh.
“But you don’t have a prince,” Dad says.
I start to cry.
Mom comes in the room. “What’s wrong?” she asks.
My prince is gone, I wail.
“Honey, you don’t need a prince,” Mom laughs.

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Princesses rule

Mom + Me = Outnumbered Dad

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