Pokemon School

Before I start my story, I want to let you all know that I'm a guest over at Virginia Wright's blog today. You can win a copy of my book, That Mama is a Grouch.  Please stop by and visit.

Now for the story.  My husband decided he wanted a 3-D flatscreen TV, so he went out and got one.  Of course, 3-D flatscreen TVs come in big boxes.  Perfect for kids to play in.  My son got a hold of that thing and let his imagination go wild.

"Mama," he said, "get in the bus!"

"The bus?"  It didn't look like a bus to me.

"Yeah, Mama.  Like this."  He demonstrated how to get in the bus.  His feet stuck out the bottom, and his head stuck out the top.

"Um, Bubba.  I think I'm a little big for that," I said.

"No, Mama.  You're skinny.  Come on."

Well, since he put it that way...

I crawled in the box and stood up.  I felt pretty stupid, but I figured we were in the garage so nobody would see me.  Not for long.  That boy decided to take his bus for a ride... to school of course.

"Come on, Mama.  We're going to Pokemon school."

I followed along as we walked (drove) our bus down the driveway.  We headed up the street.  "Wait a minute, Bubba.  Where are we going?"

"To the stop sign."

Negative.  The neighbors had come out of their house to watch our little spectacle.  "Bubba, we're staying in our yard. I'm not driving around the neighborhood in a box!"

To make  a long story short, we parked our box (bus) under a shady tree in our front yard.  Then Bubba taught me all about cat-like Pokemon.  (Meowith and Purrloin are the only two I can remember from that lesson.)   Afterwards, we drove our box back into the garage. 

I glanced back at the neighbors who were shaking their heads at us.  What can I say?  Never a dull moment at my pad!