Thursdays

Tomorrow is Friday and that's one more day  I go to Miss Olga's
while Daddy and Momma work.
It's a really really far to Miss Olga'sin the morning.
From the back seat I tell Momma that sometimes
it's hard to be patient, and she says,
"I know."
I tell her that a lot.

And after Friday is...
what's after Fri... SATURDAY!
Saturday is DANCE CLASS!
and this time I'm going to be Pink Dancing Girl
with my pink shiny tights and pink tutu with extra sparkles
and my pink LEE-O-tard.
Daddy says call it LEE-O-tard,
but he laughs a little bit
and makes smiles at Momma
when I just call it "My Tard."
Ad you CAN'T wear pink dancing shoes outside in the rain and snow and mud
'Cause miss Danielle will smile her Extra smile
and tell Daddy "We can't have wet toes in the studio.
It must stay dry and clean so all our friends can be safe."
and then I have to go in the bathroom and take off my dancing shoes and my tard,
My LEE-O-tard
and my shiny pink tights and then put on my Leotard again with bare feet
before I can sit in the circle
and I DON'T want to miss Criss Cross Apple Sauce Hands on Your Knees
Because that is my Favorite!

And after Saturday is Sunday
and we go to church
and see friends
and I go to class with Mrs Skinner
and play with the flannelboard
but sometimes Silas plays rough
and takes Mary and Joseph and Baby Jesus
And squishes them in a ball.
I like playing with Silas,
but I don't like when he squishes baby Jesus and takes him off the manger.
Mrs. Skinner says nice words to him and helps him put them back
But then I fix them.
Baby Jesus shouldn't go sideways.

But today is Thursday
and that's the day Daddy goes to poetry.
Momma picks us up at Miss Olga's
and I ask her, "Where's Daddy" every few minutes of the ride home
just in case the answer ans changed.
Other days Daddy picks us up and we sing B-I-N-G-O really loud again and again
and Baby Ely does the claps.
We don't sing when Momma drives.
I ask her if we're getting closer,
Look out my window and see things.
"There's Mr. G's!
There's the hanglider!
I see COWS!"
and I tell Momma it's hard for me to be patient.
Baby Ely always cries in the middle part
When the road gets dark and there's no place to stop.
She doesn't like sitting in poopy diapers when she's buckled.

On Thursdays I tell Momma, "I miss Daddy"
and we call him on the cell phone.
Daddy calls me Miss Alaria
and I call him Miss Daddy!
and he calls me Sillypants
and tells me, "I love you. Be good for Momma."
I give her the phone so she can say, "I love you, too."

At home, Momma does the dishes while I eat chicken nuggets and ketchup
and Baby Ely puts bananas in her hair and practices loud EEEEEs.
And I DON'T get out of my chair in bare feet
because Momma just dropped a glass on the kitchen floor.
Momma takes deep breaths and blows them
and I ask her, "Momma are you 'tendin it's a birthday?"
but she doesn't tell me so I say
Momma, Momma, Momma... A-SCUSE me, Momma!"
Momma says something quiet about what
that man better appreciate...
I ask her again about birthdays.
She tells me, it's bedtime
and says sometimes it's extra hard for Mommies to be patient.