I took a picture of a picture at a church garage sale. This is the story it told me.
An Apple for my Teacher
It was time to go to school. I was trying hard to hurry. I couldn’t find my shoes and I began to worry.
Mommy didn’t understand how nervous I was feeling. She said to look under my bed instead of on the ceiling.
I ate all of my oatmeal. I knew I shouldn’t waste it. I held my nose and swallowed so I wouldn’t have to taste it.
I didn’t have to brush my teeth like I usually do. The oatmeal was so soft, I didn’t use my teeth to chew.
Mommy helped me comb my hair. I’m not sposed to wear a cap. I don’t know how to button, and I just learned how to snap.
I think I’m almost ready now to get into the car. Mommy said my school isn’t very far.
I hope I like my teacher, and I hope that she likes me. I’m really going to try to be as good as I can be.
I’m bringing her an apple. It’s juicy, big and red. I just hope she doesn’t want a pineapple instead.
I guess that I’m a big boy now. That’s what people say, when little boys go off to school…
Today is my first day.
Grandson, Hudson is turning five