August 25, 2003

 

 

"Hi Mamma"

"Morning Kennie," I said, ruffling her hair as I walked past and headed out to the bathroom.

 

 

"Timmy, let me hide in here please."

"Why would I do that to a germ like you?"

"Cause I pulled a prank on Mamma, and she's going to get me." She told him. He looked at her for a moment before deciding.

"What’s in it for me?"

"I give you my snack tonight."

"Alright." He said pulling her in and shutting and locking the door.

 

 

 

Putting the little humorous deed behind me, I headed into the barn where I kept most of my baby animals, pulling out the chick warmer.

"What you doing?" As I turned, Kenya and Shanda walked in.

"So I see you've decided to come out of hiding Kenya." The three year old blushed a bit.

"Good joke," She grinned. "To your answer Shanda, I'm rebuilding this."

"Why?"

"That’s the funny part girls, I don't know why. I just feel like I have to."

They looked at me for a second before Kenya took off to find one of the others to play with. Shanda looked for a way to help me.

"Would you get me those logs over there?" I pointed to log halves that wouldn't be too heavy for her before finishing up with the extra frame. Once the halves were sawed into boards, I let her hammer the nails in.

"Thanks for you help, made it go a lot faster." Shanda nodded then ran out to play. I took the plaster and started coating the inside and out with the stuff making sure it was nice and thick.

 

 

"MAMMA!" I looked up as Kenya darted behind me. I looked down at her, tears rolling down her face. I knelt to her, pulling her closer to me to comfort her. I noticed the redness on her legs.

"Darcy hit me." She said trying to rub the soreness out.

"What!?" I asked, walking out of the barn, after picking the little girl up.

 

"Darlita Rose Walker, who in the world gave you,...

"Mamma, I did it because she was spreading butter on the floor." She told me as her feet shuffled against the floor tiles.

"Why didn't you come and get me?"

"You were busy."

I nodded, still angry. "I thank you for your help. But I don't want you taking that upon yourself again. You are to come and get me. Is that understood?" Darlita nodded her head looking to the floor.

"Yeah Darlit,..."

"You’re in trouble too Kenya Elsa Walker, I suggest you hush." I told her, sternly taking a better grip on her. I looked back my oldest.

"I hate to do this but I'm confining you to your bed for the rest of the night and since I punish the others for hitting," Pausing, I put Kenya down and handed her a bucket filled with hot soapy water and a scrub brush, telling her that she needed to get the mess cleaned up before I get back inside with Darcy. Turning to the older child, I noticed her swallow hard.

"Darcy, I want you to come with me out to the barn." She nodded as we headed out only she followed slowly, head still hanging. I could tell she was trembling a bit. I couldn't help but give a weak smile.

"I'm sorry sweetheart. But you know..."

"That the others would be spanked, for this too."

"Would you stop that!" I said, in kind of a shock. She laughed a bit.

"I'll tell you what: since this is really the only time I've ever had to do this to you, I'll go easy on you with it." She nodded, tears already falling. I closed my eyes; I couldn't believe I was doing this to Darcy. She normally was the good one.

"Come on, lets get this over with."

 

"Kennie, is that floor clean yet?" I asked, walking back into the kitchen a third time. She was just sitting there.

"Kenya Elsa if I have to tell you again, I'll take the spoon to you again!" She picked the brush back up.

"If this is not clean by the time you go to bed I WILL spank you again, in fact I'll take the switch to you." That got her attention; she started scrubbing harder.

 

 

"I finished." She said walking into the room. I got up and took the chance to look in the room.

"Good girl. You’re still in major trouble, but I want to ask you. When you told me a friend told you about doing this what friend were you talking about?"

"I can't tell you Mamma. Not right now anyways." I left it at that and told her to get ready for bed.

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