It was a cool, stormy summer day as I strolled down the glossy wooden staircase that led to the basement. The Princess of Daycareland arrived. I had just eaten ice cream in my clandestine kitchen corner and it was now time to take order of all the daycare children again. My 7 year old sister, 3 years my senior, should have been heir to the throne; she should have been Princess of Daycareland. But she gave up her position for something as pitiful as education. She was in the process of receiving her second-grade degree while I stayed home at my mother’s abode and ruled the basement play area.
On this day, my beloved older sister was in fact home. Maybe she decided second grade was a just a little too stressful and needed a day off, but I think that the teachers all collaborated and decided to take a day off from all the students. Nonetheless, this story isn’t about her… maybe it would have been if she hadn’t decided to give up the Princess of Daycareland position. BIG MISTAKE.
Anyway, as I walked past, the girls bowed and the boys turned their heads, all except one child, the new comer, Chelsea. Oh, maybe that four-year-old did have platinum blonde hair… and maybe she was getting a little attention for being rather new, but if she stepped out of line, I’d be the one to put her back in her place.
Would it surprise you to say that what I had expected actually happened?
My sister, that day, decided it would be a grand idea to take on the role of court jester. Yes, sister, go ahead and tell jokes all you want, we’ll see who’s laughing in the end. The newcomer thought it would be her laughing in the end, but she thought wrong.
I watched as Chelsea giggled her sweet four-year-old giggle. Pah! How dare that peasant!? Soon thunder sounded and lightening stuck, lighting up the universe… and the room. My vision blacked out as my eyes turned green with envy. Nobody messes with the Princess of Daycareland.
Before I knew what happened, I was standing over the crying girl as she held her hands at her head and I limply held the pink plastic (toy) vacuum cleaner in my hands. Yes, I had put her in her place by striking her upon the head, but hadn’t thought about the consequences.
Soon I would have to suffer the wrath of my mother, Queen of Daycareland. The Queen made a grand entrance after hearing about the commotion, silencing the room with every stride.
TO THE DUNGEON YOUNG LADY! She shouted as she pointed on long, strict finger directly at me. Apparently she did not condone cruel and unusual punishment of out-of-place subjects.
I trudged with my head hanging to my timeout spot. But don’t worry… I still reigned over Daycareland.
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