One weekend Mac came to visit us and we started playing Monopoly. Gramps’ playing piece was the hat, mine was the thimble and Mac’s was the car. The game lasted from one day to the next, as it often does.
It was becoming clear that Gramps was going to win, as he had all the hotels and houses. Whoever landed on one of his properties next was going to go bankrupt. Mac sat up straight and announced, “I’m going to sell my car!” and promptly traded his playing piece in for the horse. Gramps tried to convince him that the maintenance cost of a horse would probably be more than the car, but Mac was convinced his luck would change.
Gramps, of course, won royally, but what a laugh we had!
The first day of school, my fifth grade grandson Shawn comes home with a list of things he requires for school. “I need a blue folder, a red folder, an art eraser, four number two pencils. Oh and I need a saxophone!”
Meet Kylie Bell, the not-so-tallest one in the first grade. Kylie Bell may be small, but she never lets size get her down. Nope. Kylie Bell is brave.
But when that bully-boy Rusty Jacks slithers around her like a half-starved rattlesnake, what is Kylie Bell to do? Can she keep hold of her courage, not to mention her good manners?
The author Dianna Hutts Aston states that as a child she was afraid of clowns, ducks, and oral reports. Since then she has learned that no one is born with courage. As Kylie Bell finds out, courage takes practice.
Take a fresh and funny look at bravery in this heartwarming story.
He heard a noise that rocked the floor.
He heard a noise that shook the door
Jack heard . . . a SNORE!
Just who is making such a racket? Unable to sleep, Jack and his dog go searching. It must be Mama Gwyn, whose huffs and puffs set her curlers spinning, but when Jack wakes her up . . . the snore ROARS on!
This fun-loving rhyming tale of a sleepless night will cause many giggles, as well as rousing kids to chime in at the refrains. An amusing must-have book for every family, because, well, everyone snores. (Yes, even you!)
She didn’t know what year it was. She couldn’t remember anyone’s name, including her own. She didn’t even know where she was. All seemed lost.
But when I said to her “Look at those beautiful Hydrangeas!”, she said, “Yes, but what about the lowdrangeas?”
Maybe she hadn’t lost the really important things after all.