Trixie whined, “I don’t wanna be a chubwub”
Helen tried to coax her youngest child,
“But Trixie, you will get to stay up late, and you will get to shoot a special bow and arrow. Please Trixie, the church is hoping to raise quite a bit of money with this Valentines Day Party. All the money earned will go towards building a childrens playground at city park.”
Helen continued slyly, “One of the things they are talking about adding is bouncy spring horses. You know how much you like to ride those when we go to the park in White Plaines.”
Trixie sobbed with disgust, “But I’m a big girl. That chubwub in the picture doesn’t have any clothes on except a diaa ber. An, an, its pink!” I’m a big girl. I don’t wanna wear a diaaber.”
Helen soothed, “Of course you’re a big girl. And it is much too cold in February for you to go around without clothes on. We will get you leotard. It is sort of like long underwear, except you will be covered from the top of your shoulders to the tips of your toes. And we will take a pair of your big girl underwear and dye them pink.
Mart had been sitting quietly playing with his truck. He was feeling so glad that he wasn’t a squaw. Boys don’t have to dress up like silly cherubs, although he wouldn’t mind shooting those bows and arrows.
He was absolutely horrified by what his little sister said next.
Trixie got a sly grin on her own face. “Well I don’t want to do it by myself. Can Mart do it with me?”
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