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Mama always loved her baking
Sent me to the store for her needs
I would get lost for hours on end
Hurry up, don’t dawdle, she would plead
One day, I found myself browsing
In a section I should not have been
Knocked over the display in the window
Dumped the flour on the chair, what a sin
There was no way I’d get away with the mess
I had made on the floor and the chair
Not to mention the amount of cornmeal
That wound up, getting stuck, in my hair
I cleaned up the grains of powder
Coughing and sneezing, as I went on my way
When I told mama what happened
She gave me that look of dismay
Carefully, she combed out the flour
Admonished me for doing something wrong
Never again, did she send me to shop there
Which had been my plan, all along
September Writing Prompt – Covered in cornmeal – Day 17/30
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Love the twist at the end. ☺❤
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Kids, always the smart ass…er, um…ones 😉 ❤
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Haha, the tricks of a kid..lol!
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A very smart one lol
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Indeed… haha!
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Haha awesome. I try to pick the wrong stuff at the store so my girlfriend won’t let me go shopping anymore. Doesn’t seem to work as we have a panty filled with stuff ready for the food bank..
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LOL You’re feeding the needy! Good for you. Next time, just tell her you don’t want to go 😉
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Ya know she would definitely be ok with that.
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Of course she would 🙂
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