PlumaBlanca, “Hey, Mom, I need some green papers.”
Mom, “Why Pluma?”
Pluma, “I need a ride to the store too. I have to buy some shoelaces for my Dad”
“But Dad’s shoes and boots don’t need shoelaces”
“Not for his boots, for him to play with me. You know how I meet him at the door every morning when he gets home from work, a shoelace in my mouth for him to throw, well yesterday my bestest shoelace broke, and won’t fly right. I don’t want him to be sad about it so I want to buy him a present for Dad’s Day.”
“Oh Pluma, you are so kind, not wanting Dad to be sad but wouldn’t you like to buy him something for himself, a shirt or a new recliner or a movie to watch?”
“Mom, how can we play with a shirt, he already has a chair that I like to nap in and I don’t watch movies. What would be the fun in those presents?”
“O.K. Pluma, let’s go get some shoe laces.”
I wonder if my Dad would like some flowers for his special day?
I’m sure mom wouldn’t care if I picked some.
“Hey Mom, can we stay home from the working tomorrow and spend the whole Sunday playing with Dad?”
“Yes Pluma, we will spend Dad’s day at home with him.”
“Oh good, we can play shoelace, feather, chase, ball, take a nap, more shoelace, feather again…it’s gonna be a great day!”