Gold Shish / by Leslie

I am hungry. I want goldfish. Where is the stool? I can’t reach it.

“MAAAAAAAAAA!” I yell, trying to get her attention. She is sitting at the computer again.

“MAAAA MMMMAAAAAA! I. Want. Gold. Shish. IWANTGOLDSHISH. Gooooooolllllld. Shishhhhhh. Gold Shish. Gold Shish. Gold Shish. MA!”

She looks at me with her head tilted. Hands on her sides. She wants something.

“Now?” I try, smiling. I know what she wants me to say, but I like to mess with her.

“Pweeeeseeee?” I try again. Now she smiles, that was what she wanted to hear.

She gives me the purple bowl. I like that one. Good. Cheese AND pretzels? Yes. She didn’t forget!

I walk over to the couch, but will she send me to the table? So far, so good. Made it to the couch without a peep from her. Good. I can hide some of these fish in the couch for later.

“MAAAAAAAAA! Mickey Mouse. On the TT.” I yell.

Waiting, I bite the tail off the first fish. Ha ha! The fish can’t swim. Now, off with his head!

Here she comes, I hope she doesn’t sing the Mickey Mouse song, I haaaaaate it when she does that. She doesn’t sing very well. Daddy sings better.

Yay! My favorite show! Mickey Mouse is so cute.

“Tank you!” I beam at her.

She walks over and gives me a kiss. Yuck. I wipe it off. I only want a kiss when I want a kiss, not when SHE wants a kiss.

I watch her walk away and I think how much I love her. I’ll attack her later and give her lots of big, hard hugs and kisses. Then she will know how much I appreciate all the things she does for me. For now though? "Meeska Mooska Mickey Mouse!"



This post was written for the Red Dress Club. The prompt was "Is there someone who drives you crazy? Someone who really gets under your skin. Now, write a first-person piece - as if YOU are this individual. Write from his or her perspective and include the things that really bother you."

This post is about my youngest son Quinn. You can read more about him here.

Sorry Quinn, I love you kiddo, but you DO drive me crazy. It's just the way it is with mothers and sons. Let me tell you a secret though, for all the craziness, you are a really awesome kid. xo Mom