“Uh, Oh, there’s Mom. I’ll just walk by and she’ll never notice.”
“What? Me? No I don’t have anything behind my back. In fact, I’m not even here. Why are you always bothering me?”
”Oh, that?! Yeah, I found this ball on the tree. It was just sitting there not getting used at all by anybody. It is the perfect ball for my thumb. I’ve always needed a ball for my thumb.”
”This shiny green ball is made of glass you say?”
”This one right here is made of glass. Wow! Yeah, I got it off the Christmas tree. I know I’m not supposed to touch all the other ornaments that don’t fit my thumb perfectly. But this one here, this glass one here, it fits my thumb perfectly.”
“What is that you say? This ball isn’t for playing?!”
“Grumble, grumble, grumble"
***Although it would appear that the star of this story is upset by her caring mother doing her caring mother job of taking glass ornaments away from the baby, the truth must be disclosed that she is grumbling because she kicked her glass ball and it rolled under the bookcase while her (uncaring?) mother took pictures. Her (caring? uncaring? I don’t know anymore) mother did leave it there to prevent any further accident, you know, in case she forgot about the glowing 8 ft tree upstairs.
