Opposites

Opposites

Being a two year old is hard. It’s not that I have no experience. I mean I’ve been around for over 730 days. That’s a lot of days. I know so much more than I did when I started. So if that is so, why does everyone always disagree with me and tell me I’m wrong?

“Here, you have to eat your vegetables. They’re so yummy,” my mom would say.

Has she ever eaten them without me around? Yuck. I want that sugar cereal instead. I know it is good for me. I feel so energized after eating it. I get no energy from vegetables. But no, I have to accede to their demands.

And these people know nothing of beauty. That painting I did on the living room wall was priceless. One of my best drawings, even better than the one I painted on the couch last week. But no, my dad would yell at me, “You’ve ruined that wall.  Now I’ll have to spend money to get someone to clean that ugly spot up.” Absolutely no appreciation for fine art.

Everything is you cannot do this, you cannot do that. Who made my sister in charge of all the things in her room? I live in this house too, you know.

And don’t get me started about cooking. Everyone in the house gets to cook on the stove, but the moment I go near it I get, “Don’t go near that, it’s dangerous!” from everyone. Yet they touch it all the time, even when they’re not cooking. It must be safe. 

Why does everyone call me stingy? Sure, I don’t want anyone to be playing with my toys, but what the heck, if sharing is so important,  maybe a little generosity on their part with their things that they won’t let me play with might set a good example for me. 

They always smile at me and want me to be happy. Well, I’m not. I’m quite sad. They don’t give me the opportunity to do anything. It’s always “Don’t do this Junior.” “No, Junior.” “Not now Junior.”

Heck, I’m over 730 days old. I should be considered a Senior by now, especially since the new kid just arrived yesterday. I’ll bet she gets to do all the things that I can’t do once she gets home from the hospital. 

Just wait until they want me to help her or do anything. I’ll just do the opposite. It will serve them right. 

 

About hdh

I have been telling stories for over 40 years and writing forever. I am a retired teacher and storyteller. I hope to expand upon my repertoire and use this blog as a place to do writing. The main purpose is to give me and others that choose to comment, a space in which to play with issues that deal with storytelling, storytelling ideas, storytelling in education, reactions to events, and just plain fun stories. I explore some of my own writing throughout, from character analysis, to fictional, to poetry, and personal stories. I go wherever my muse sends me. Enjoy!
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