Two Children Stories Together

The Girl Who Wore her Shoes on the Wrong Feet

My little sister Clare is really weird. She believes that wearing her shoes on the wrong feet is like walking in someone else's shoes. What do you expect, though, from a five year old. Even though my mom tells Clare that her feet will turn into duck feet. She shrugs it off and says, “Well, that would be nice.”

When we walk down the street, people point at us and laugh. There was even one time that the Butcher, Stanley, said to my little sister, “Little one...Why are your shoes on the wrong feet?”

AND like always, Clare just shruggingly replies, “I like wearing my shoes on the wrong feet.”

And of course, like clock work, these people will bewilderingly ask her, “why?”

Yet, when they ask her this, she always replies with the same mind-boggling answer, “Because I like walking in someone else’s shoes.”

People are always baffled by this reply and will look to my parents for answers, which they, themselves, ignore the stares.

I'll be honest with you, it's quite embarrassing having her for a sister.

When we invite friends or family over, they are always trying to put my sister’s shoes on the right feet. She gives them a hard time, though. If it’s not from her squirming. Then it’s from her five minutes later, putting her shoes back on the wrong feet.

Today we're going to a wedding and I would love to see Clare try and put both dress shoes on the wrong feet. To be perfectly honest, it will be next to impossible. Then again it might be worth a laugh or two, just watching as she struggles to get both dress shoes on the wrong feet.

WELL, LOOK AT THAT!!!

My little sister is wearing her dress shoes on the

RIGHT FEET!!!

As I look to both my parents for answers, they just shake their heads and smile. I for one, am so curiously baffled by all this that I can't stand to just sit next to her. I need answers for why Claire is wearing her shoes, for a change, on the right feet?

So, I bluntly ask her, “Clare, why are your shoes on the right feet?”

AND!!!!

Clare replies, “Because silly, I’m tired of walking in someone else’s shoes. And would prefer to walk in mine.”

All I can do, at this point, is smile and hug my little sister. Because even though she embarrasses me, it's her sweet little innocence that has me loving her more than ever.

THE END

Fuss A Monster

My name is Samantha and my cousin Rita is a fuss a monster. Now if fuss a monster was in the dictionary. You find not only Rita’s photo, but also a description of what a fuss a monster is. Which by the way, is someone who fusses about everything under the sun and is never happy when it comes to nothing being done her way.

Don’t get me wrong I love my cousin, Rita, but the truth is that I would prefer to do HOMEWORK than spend time with her. So, when mom told us girls that we were going over to visit Aunt Caroline, Rita’s mother, I decide to fake a stomach ache. Why should I have to be tortured by a person who believes that she is honestly a know it all.

GUESS WHAT!!!

It didn’t work… but I did put up quite a fight, kicking and screaming and grabbing on to the screen door as mom was trying to get me into the car.

When we get over to Aunt Carolina’s house I grab on to the car door handle and cry out “No, No, No, No!!!! I don’t want to go into that house, leave me alone!!!”

All this time my mom is yelling at me, “Oh, Samantha, come on! Be a good girl and stop acting like such a baby!” After mom is able to pry my hands off the handle. She then has to drag me into the house, because I’m lying on the ground and won’t get up.

In Aunt Caroline’s house, Rita sits, on the chair in the living room, not fidgeting, and acting like a perfect little angel with a halo. If her mother only knew that she isn’t an angel, but a demon with horns!

When my mom and aunt get up and head into the kitchen, leaving me with the little monster. Rita looks me over and then says in the most annoyingly sweet voice, “Samantha, you should be more like me and not get your cloths so dirty. It’s un-lady like and it would make your mother love you more if you looked deceit, like me. Your mother should also buy your clothes and shoes from department stores. You would look a lot more presentable.”

I look over at my older sister, Brenda, with a frown and disgruntle look on my face. She just rolls her eyes and smiles at me, this doesn’t make me feel any better. So getting up, I decide to go outside to play.

Rita gets up too and following me to the front door, she then asks me, “ Where are you going?”

I turn around and reply, “I’m going outside to play...in the dirt…” I stress the last part, knowing how she feels about getting dirty.

Smiling, she says, “Oh, goody, you can help me get my dollies and we can have a tea party!”

She grabs me and pulls me along to her bedroom. I groan and realize that I have no choice, but to play with her the whole time I’m here at my Aunt’s house. And saying under my breath, “Oh, joy.” I then smile at Rita, thinking to myself that I need to figure out away to ditch her.

As we sit under an old oak tree, having a tea party with a bunch of dolls that keep giving me strange looks…hey is… did that one just wink or is it me. I’m telling you… I could swear that one of those dolls just winked at me. It’s the one that looks a lot like Rita. Is that scary or what, there’s a doll that looks like fuss a monster. At this point Rita's mother calls her into the house. After she has left, I sit there for a few minutes hatching a plan on how I’m going to ditch fuss a monster and what would happen if I buried her twin doll. Hey…come on…I’m a kid…and with kids you can leave no temptation around, because we're all up to no good. So if Rita wasn’t asking for trouble, she should never ever have left her mini me alone for me to bury.

As I said before, never leave temptation around a mischievous little brat like me.

Getting up from where I’m sitting, I lean down and pick up Rita’s doll. Holding her, I look around for a good place to bury her and see the sand box a few feet away. So very casually I walk over in that direction and sit down inside the sand box, I then dig a hole for Rita’s doll. After putting her doll in the nice size hole, which I made very carefully and big enough for it. I just as casually walk back over to where I was sitting on the ground and pretended that I wasn’t doing anything. I must tell you that I take my work as a kid very seriously, if I’m going to put bubble gum in my sister’s hair I have to make sure it’s a nice amount. So that mom will have to cut it out with the scissors. Or if by any chance I want to scare my sister with bugs and spiders, I better find some that look real; sometimes I get the real thing, but only on special occasions.

After a few minutes, Rita comes back outside and walks over to me. Looking down at me, she says, “Samantha, mom says it’s time for lunch.”

I can't help the wicked grin that creeps across my face. “Okay.” I reply sarcastically sweet.

Going back inside, I head for the kitchen, Rita then grabs me by the arm and asks me, “Aren’t you going to wash your hands?” looking at her and then down at my hands, I decided that they're not that dirty. So, I wipe them on my clothes. Rita, though, isn’t satisfied and she has to let everyone know that she isn’t. So she yells out to my mom, “Aunt Karen…Samantha won’t wash her hands for lunch!”

My mom yells from the kitchen, “Samantha, go wash your hands!”

See… what did I tell you…fuss…a…monster…she always has to fuss about everything and as were walking to the bathroom she has to point out that eating with dirty hands would be like eating germs and bacteria. This actually sounds cool. So I say, “mmmm…yummy…germs and bacteria sound really good, I wish I could eat those instead of liver and onions.”

Rita just laughs at me and hitting me in the arm, she says, “Ah, Samantha…you're so funny.” Her laugh is so sickening sweet, it makes me literally want to gag. She makes me sick, how could a kid be this sweet. She gives us ‘monster kids’ a bad name. Rubbing my arm, I follow Rita to the bathroom.

After lunch, we go back into the living room and my mom continues to talk to my Aunt Caroline.

In a few minutes we hear thunder outside and Rita looking outside, then cries out, “Oh…my goodness, I forgot about my dollies!” after she runs outside, that's when I remember the doll I had buried. I had momentarily forgotten about it.

Looking at me, my mom says to me, “Samantha, go outside and help your cousin bring in her dolls.”

I protest by whining, “BUT mom…I don’t…want to!”

Looking at me she says, “Now, Samantha Jillian Conner, you get off your little butt and go outside and help your cousin bring in her dolls!”

Disgruntledly I get up out of my chair and as I get to the door, I hear this little high pitch scream, “Mommy, Mommy, Mommmmmmmy, Mommy, Mommy!” Rita comes running into the house holding the doll that I had buried and forgotten. There are tears in her eyes, and she can’t stop crying. My Aunt Caroline and mom get up and come over to where Rita is standing. Aunt Caroline tries to comfort Rita, but she's so upset that she runs crying, with her doll in her arms, to her bedroom.

My aunt then exclaims, “Oh…my goodness…who could do such a horrible thing!?”

Looking at my aunt, my mom replies, “I can give you three guesses who, first two don’t count.” She then turns around and feeling her glare on me, I start whistling and fiddling with my shirt.

I can’t keep myself from not looking at my mom, because her eyes are burning right through me and I know that I have GUILTY written all over my face. I finally, though, am able to look at her, and, then I say, “What…I didn’t do it!”

My mom then says, “Samantha…this has your name written all over it. Now you march yourself into that bedroom and say your sorry!” I turn and walk away, but instead of going into Rita’s bedroom I head for the bathroom. Knowing my intentions, my mom yells after me, “Samantha Jillian Conner, you get your butt into that bedroom right this minute.” Irritated I stick my tongue out at her back, which then she says, “Young lady put your tongue back in your mouth.” turning around to look at me, she gives me the best death stare, that only she knows how to give. Yet, I refuse to be swayed and crossing my arms, I give her this disgruntle look. “Samantha…, while were young.”

I then whine and say, “Ah mom…come on…why do I have to?”

My mom then replies, “Because you’re the one who buried your cousin’s doll, and you know better. Now get your butt into you cousin's bedroom right this minute and apologize to her.” She puts her hands on her hips, but I continue to stand my ground. Oh how the Monster kids of America would be proud of me. My mom continues to give me this hard stare, but I’m able to avoid eye contact. Finally she says very calmly, “Samantha...,” I look at her, and her voice becomes threatening, “don’t make me come over there.”

Now fellow kids of America, you never want to hear these words from your mom “don’t make me come over there,” “don’t make me come back there,” and “If you don’t stop it right this minute I’m going to turn this car around, I swear!” Now like I said before, I take my job as a kid very seriously, but even I have to admit when I’ve lost the battle of wills. Truth be known, though, I may of lost the battle, but I’m almost positive that I’m going to win the war. Maybe.

Beaten, I walk over to Rita’s close bedroom door and give my mom one more stick my tongue out, disgruntle look. I then open the door and go into Rita’s room. As I close the door behind me, I turn around and see Rita lying on the bed crying her eyes out. At that very moment, I felt really guilty for what I had done. I had never wanted to make her cry. Every time I did something bad to my sister, she never cried. She yelled, but gosh she never cried about it.

And from seeing Rita crying, right now, I didn't just feel guilty...

I FELT HORRIBLE!!!

I never meant to hurt Rita.

Going over to my cousin’s bed, I sit down on the bed's edge. I gently touch Rita’s shoulder and then I say in the gentlest voice that I can muster, “Rita…Rita…please stop crying.”

She stops crying and turning around, she looks at me. “What do you want, Samantha?”

I look down at my hands and fidgeting with the blanket for a second, I then say, “I’m sorry Rita.”

She stares at me for a few seconds, before asking, “For what?”

I reply by saying, “I’m sorry for burying your doll.”

Looking at me with new tears forming in her eyes, she asks me, “Why would you do such a thing?”

I then look up at Rita and say, “Because I was getting sick of you being bossy, a know it all, and most of all I was getting sick and tired of your fussing.”

Rita pulls her knees up to her chest and says, “Oh…, I didn’t think you mine that I was all that to you. For one you never complained or even said anything. So, I thought that it wasn’t bordering you. If I had known, I would of stopped doing some of those things to you. Samantha, you’re my very favorite cousin and my best friend. And I thought that I was your favorite cousin and best friend too.”

Swallowing back the lump in my throat, I ask, “Rita don’t you have anyone at school or around here to be friends with?”

Timidly she looks down at her hands, and sighing, she replies, “Well, yea…You, I always thought that when you were playing a joke on me it was because I was your friend.”

Not wanting to hurt Rita’s feelings, I decide to tell a tinny tiny white lie, “Of course that’s the reason I played those jokes on you, you’re my friend, Rita.”

Rita smiles and then exclaims, “I am…oh you don’t know how happy this makes me, just to hear you say that! I can’t believe you would say I’m your best friend!” Of course I didn't want to correct Rita, so I just hug her.

Afterwords we just sit there for a while talking, Rita then realizes that she totally forgot about her dolls outside. She grabs my arm and pulls me towards the door. And then she stops and turns around and looks at me. She then hesitantly says, “Samantha, would you come outside and help me bring in the rest of my dollies?”

Even though I really don’t want to, I shrug and say, “Okay.”

Rita and I are now the closes best friends you’ll ever see. And I've taught Rita that's it's okay to play tricks on everyone in our family.

BUT

Even though we became friends, my mom still grounded me; at least in kids years, that's forever.

NO FAIR, HUH!

The End