In this blog, Simone Maroney will publish daily comments and thoughts about her books, her stories and her life as a writer. Ce blog permettra à Simone Maroney d'écrire de façon régulière ses pensées et les commentaires qu'elle aura au sujet de ses livres, de ses nouvelles ainsi qu'au sujet de sa vie d'écrivain.
Thursday, May 27, 2010
Pacing, pacing in my bed...
One in the morning and the gentle sound of snoring filled the house.
But all was not well.
In one of the rooms, a little boy woke up needing to use the facilities. The trouble was that he did not want to get out of bed. He held himself. The door looked awfully far. The washroom even further. He began to cry.
The cry rose to a crescendo.
By the time Mom reached the bedroom, the little boy was screaming and pacing back and forth, his face contorted with worry.
"Do you need to pee?" Mom asked (she had just woken up from a deep sleep so the reader might forgive the stupid question).
"Uh huh," sobbed the little guy.
"You know," Mom said conversationally as they walked to the washroom hand in hand, "it would be much easier if you just got of bed yourself and went to the washroom."
"Uh huh," agreed the boy.
At least he didn't pee the bed this time...
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