Mummy’s Little Monster

This is a short story about how I imagine what my son would think if we came home with another baby. Being an only child who receives 100% attention, I can only imagine what it would be like to no longer be the centre of attention. Anyway I hope you enjoy this little story of mine.

Since breakfast I have been playing Jenga with my Grampy whilst Nanny sits in her favourite armchair cheering me on. We have built a tower so high that we are going to have to yell timber when it starts to fall.

It’s my turn now. After prodding every brick,  I pull a block from the tower, shaking with excitement to the silly sounds of Grampy going ‘Oh! Woah! It’s going to fall!’ Followed by Nanny hitting him with a cushion whilst telling him off. The block is free! I cannot stop the smile from spreading across my face as I breathe a huge sigh of relief. I gingerly move the block to the top of the tower, getting to my feet when we hear an irritating screeching sound, like when Mrs Peters runs her finger nails down the chalk board from outside the house. Keep on reading!

A Day at the Beach

A lady is sat on a bench. Her face is raised, eyes closed, catching some rays. A man approaches the lady. “Excuse me madam, is this seat taken?” He asks in a friendly manner.

“You can sit here for a while, however I am saving this seat for my husband, Bobby, he’s just gone to park the car and will be back any minute.” The man takes a seat and reaches into his pocket taking out a couple of sandwiches wrapped in foil. Keep on reading!