I have a tattle tale and I’ll admit, her tattling can be a little much. Her specialty is not just reserved for her sister, but the cat, parents, grandparents, classmates and random people on the street also get the same treatment. Trust me when I say you are not spared.
The tattling starts early and at quite the feverish pace. Sister woke me up, daddy shaved his face and I already went potty, all of which are often reported before the sun peaks on the horizon. As she gets ready for breakfast, she dives in for some more. Daddy left for work, sister called me a grump for not wanting to play with her and the cat is meowing. By the time we arrive at the bus stop, she cannot halt the train. Sister played with the zipper of my backpack, the bird three trees away from the bus stop won’t stop chirping and the neighbor is walking his dog.
The school day provides a brief relief before the afternoon report arrives shortly after she gets home. My teacher taught me a song today, this boy picked his nose and that girl cried for two minutes because she wanted a crayon. Dinner arrives and it has plenty of tea. The cat is begging, sister doesn’t want her broccoli and grandma decided to water the plants. Last, but not least a bed time story is met with a tattling lullaby. Daddy is watching tv, sister won’t pray and the stuffed animals will not go to sleep.
How would I ever get my daily report without my tattle tale? I would like to say I am the only one with the pandora box of tattling secrets. Be careful teachers, coaches and friends, she’ll make sure you are in the know too!
