Melissa sat at her desk in her study e-mailing the group she would be meeting for lunch at her favorite restaurant when she heard the smashing of glass coming from the kitchen. Startled she lept up and ran down the long hallway and as she turned the corner she gasped as she yelled out "Charles Michael Christian! What have you gotten into?"
"I want a piece of chocolate Mommy." her little boy said sweetly his big blue eyes bright and cheerful, as if to say, 'I have done no wrong here.' She looked at the broken lid to the heavy glass jar filled with chocolate kisses; which was scattered across the tile floor. Her naughty little boy had pulled over a dining chair up to the counter, of which he was now sitting atop. Not a safe place for a 3 year old.
"Dear, oh dear, you naughty boy. What will I ever do with you?" Melissa sighed shaking her head as she looked down at her clever child.
"You could give me a piece of candy." he laughed softly, holding out his tiny hand.
"Oh no, my son. We do not give rewards for bad behavior in this house! Little Mister. Now come help mummy clean this up." she instructed her son, who looked like a king who lost his crown when he found he could not have any candy. So he went, bringing his mother the broom and dust pan. Melissa swept away the mess, then sat her son down at the diningroom table and as she brushed a golden curl out of his eyes she thanked him and hugged him, then promised to give him a treat, when she got back from her lunch meeting, for helping her.
"But where are you going Mommy?" he asked annoyed she was leaving.
"I am having lunch with a fundraising commitee."
"What's that?" the curious boy asked.
"Well, a fundraising committee is a group of people that meet and talk about who they want to lend a hand to..., we mostly ask very rich people to give us money so we can take care of people who have no one else to help them."
"Oh..," he thought for a moment "Who are you helping Mommy?"
"Our committee is raising money for a shelter for homeless children here in Dallas." she answered happy her son was so clever and inquisitive.
"There's children that don't have homes?" he asked not sure she was telling him the truth.
"Yes, my son, lots." she sighed thinking she had said to much.
"Mommy, all children need a home and a family."
"Yes, you are absolutely correct sir, but still there are many boys and girls that need help."
Her son sat there a moment looking around his palatial home "But Mommy," he said holding his hands up "We have a big house, can't those little kids stay here, with us? I can share my toys."
Here Melissa laughed, a little teardrop forming in her eye as she realized what a good boy she had. Melissa had been worried to have him, but she saw no trace of evil whatsoever in the boy. She hugged him tightly telling him how much she loved him. "When I come home I will make you a banana split and then I'll read you a story, okay?"
"Yes! Hurry home Mommy! I love you." he said as he threw his arms around her neck and gave her kiss.
"I love you too!" Melissa picked him up in her arms as she stood up "Now, where is Oliver?"
"Uncle Oliver is outside playing with Cairo."
Melissa went out to the front lawn with her child and handed him over to Oliver whom she hugged and reminded not to stay out too long as it would reach 100 degrees soon, another blistering summer in North Texas. Then she said goodbye. As Cairo, her old greyhound, ran up to her dropping his drool covered tennis ball at her feet, Melissa picked up the wet ball and threw it hard and far under the shade of a tall Cottonwood tree. When Cairo returned with it he saw his mistress leaving. Cairo watched her get into her car, and as she drove off, her dog let out a strange plaintiff wail. Then, instead of bringing the ball to Oliver who was calling to him, Cairo went to the end of the long drive way and layed down by the mailbox looking in the direction Melissa departed. No matter what Oliver did to get the dog to come back into the house, out of the oppressive heat, the dog would not obey. There it stayed for two hours, and this troubled Oliver greatly as Cairo had never behaved in such a way. Now when three hours had passed and Melissa had not returned home and would not answer her cell-phone he became very uneasy.
"Why won't she answer her phone?" Oliver said aloud as he stared out the front window with no sign of Melissa and Cairo laying there waiting for her to return.
"I want a piece of chocolate Mommy." her little boy said sweetly his big blue eyes bright and cheerful, as if to say, 'I have done no wrong here.' She looked at the broken lid to the heavy glass jar filled with chocolate kisses; which was scattered across the tile floor. Her naughty little boy had pulled over a dining chair up to the counter, of which he was now sitting atop. Not a safe place for a 3 year old.
"Dear, oh dear, you naughty boy. What will I ever do with you?" Melissa sighed shaking her head as she looked down at her clever child.
"You could give me a piece of candy." he laughed softly, holding out his tiny hand.
"Oh no, my son. We do not give rewards for bad behavior in this house! Little Mister. Now come help mummy clean this up." she instructed her son, who looked like a king who lost his crown when he found he could not have any candy. So he went, bringing his mother the broom and dust pan. Melissa swept away the mess, then sat her son down at the diningroom table and as she brushed a golden curl out of his eyes she thanked him and hugged him, then promised to give him a treat, when she got back from her lunch meeting, for helping her.
"But where are you going Mommy?" he asked annoyed she was leaving.
"I am having lunch with a fundraising commitee."
"What's that?" the curious boy asked.
"Well, a fundraising committee is a group of people that meet and talk about who they want to lend a hand to..., we mostly ask very rich people to give us money so we can take care of people who have no one else to help them."
"Oh..," he thought for a moment "Who are you helping Mommy?"
"Our committee is raising money for a shelter for homeless children here in Dallas." she answered happy her son was so clever and inquisitive.
"There's children that don't have homes?" he asked not sure she was telling him the truth.
"Yes, my son, lots." she sighed thinking she had said to much.
"Mommy, all children need a home and a family."
"Yes, you are absolutely correct sir, but still there are many boys and girls that need help."
Her son sat there a moment looking around his palatial home "But Mommy," he said holding his hands up "We have a big house, can't those little kids stay here, with us? I can share my toys."
Here Melissa laughed, a little teardrop forming in her eye as she realized what a good boy she had. Melissa had been worried to have him, but she saw no trace of evil whatsoever in the boy. She hugged him tightly telling him how much she loved him. "When I come home I will make you a banana split and then I'll read you a story, okay?"
"Yes! Hurry home Mommy! I love you." he said as he threw his arms around her neck and gave her kiss.
"I love you too!" Melissa picked him up in her arms as she stood up "Now, where is Oliver?"
"Uncle Oliver is outside playing with Cairo."
Melissa went out to the front lawn with her child and handed him over to Oliver whom she hugged and reminded not to stay out too long as it would reach 100 degrees soon, another blistering summer in North Texas. Then she said goodbye. As Cairo, her old greyhound, ran up to her dropping his drool covered tennis ball at her feet, Melissa picked up the wet ball and threw it hard and far under the shade of a tall Cottonwood tree. When Cairo returned with it he saw his mistress leaving. Cairo watched her get into her car, and as she drove off, her dog let out a strange plaintiff wail. Then, instead of bringing the ball to Oliver who was calling to him, Cairo went to the end of the long drive way and layed down by the mailbox looking in the direction Melissa departed. No matter what Oliver did to get the dog to come back into the house, out of the oppressive heat, the dog would not obey. There it stayed for two hours, and this troubled Oliver greatly as Cairo had never behaved in such a way. Now when three hours had passed and Melissa had not returned home and would not answer her cell-phone he became very uneasy.
"Why won't she answer her phone?" Oliver said aloud as he stared out the front window with no sign of Melissa and Cairo laying there waiting for her to return.
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